Cursed Quote Novels & Stories

"The Crimson Zone, Riana? That place is... cursed. The legends speak of a darkness that consumes all who enter." His words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding. Cursed. It was a word that carried weight, a word that evoked images of ancient evils and unspeakable horrors. The Crimson Zone was not just a dangerous place; it was a place of damnation, a place where souls were lost and hope was extinguished.

Jette: The curse will have no ending as well… Candy: There’s no cure. Jette: (Scanned all the pages of the book) No. There’s no cure…

Quinn held my hand and shook her head, as if stopping me from bringing her to the doctor. “I-It’s useless, Allison. The doctors can’t help me,” she said in a hoarse voice. “What are you talking about?!” Quinn swallowed hard. “I’m cursed, Allison,” she managed to choke out, her voice weak and trembling. “And I can’t do anything about it.”

“I hate being disappointed.” “I imagined you'd be happier after hearing that there was a solution, but that's not a problem,” she smiled. “The point remains that I can help you.” “How do you intend to?” I asked. She sighed as she took a sip of her tea. “The rabid curse is quite rare. Yes, it has been used before, but it's been in such few cases that they're almost non-existent since there are no records of them.” You used the word, “Almost”, I observed.

"I curse you and your bloodline. May you die in agony and burn in the deepest parthell for what you've done to me and my family ." “First of all, I am hell. Secondly, I don’t believe in curses. It is useless what you are doing. Save your strength,” I say. “Curses don’t work, but you know what works? Revenge. Like me taking my revenge out on you for letting Danika escape. Now that is more practical than yapping stupid curses. So, instead of laying curses on me, start praying that we find Danika real soon. Because if she is not found, you will be in here for a long time laying curses”

Seeing her confused look, he explains about the aphrodisiac powder. "I should have been stronger. We're cursed, you know," he says quietly. "Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or the daughter of his mother. Deuteronomy 27:22," he quotes, locking eyes with her. "I'm so sorry, Sis." Tears are streaming down his cheeks and Sharon reaches over and pulls him to her, cradling his head against her naked breasts. "What does that mean?" she asks, combing her fingers through his hair as he cries. "To be cursed, I mean."

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Her voice wavered as she crouched down and snatched the baby bottle from the woman's unsuspecting grip. Her hands trembled, her eyes wide with dread. "W-Where did you get this bottle?" Turning toward me, her gaze was filled with accusation and despair. Tears welled up as her voice cracked. "This… this is the bottle I gave to Nicholas, isn't it?!"

Ruby answers pointing towards the small river just a few more walks from where they are. "And I can't really go out of the country because I was cursed by my evil ex-boyfriend to be bound into this land so that I won't leave him. But in the end he was the one that bailed on me which is super ironic and now I'm trap here forever until the end of time because he was also generous to bless me with immortality, which sucks because I've tried suicide for the thousandth time to no avail. But don't worry I stopped killing myself after the first hundred years because I found a reason to live. I don't want to die a prisoner so I will live till the day that I am free and see the world before I die."

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.