Cursed Quote Novels & Stories

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

"May she never find peace! May she die in some foul, forgotten ditch, to be torn apart by wild beasts, her bones scattered to the winds!" The curse of an old Luna held terrible power. Everyone in the room felt the cold weight of her words. "I curse her soul to burn in hell for all eternity!" Every word was like a silver chain wrapping around my spirit, squeezing until I felt like I would dissipate. "Well said!" Marcus roared, slamming his fist on the table. "A bitch like that deserves to die nameless and rot in an unmarked grave!" "Yes! May her death be as gruesome as possible!" the others chimed in.

Never saw the same moon. Never crossed the same path. Years passed. The world changed. The curse waited.

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

“Why does this crap always happen to me?” “Because you have the mouth of a sailor and the impulse control of a raccoon in a candy store,” she replied, dead serious. “Okay, rude. But accurate.” She suddenly snapped her fingers like she’d just solved world peace. “Wait! What if you say you were quoting Shakespeare?” I stared. “Shakespeare. And what play, exactly, has the line ‘Fuck you, shit’ in rapid-fire succession?” She shrugged. “A modern interpretation?” “I’m gonna modernly interpret my foot into your shin.”

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

since Chelsea couldn't ask the past Lilian , she could only turn to look at the present one " When did I curse you ?" " Have you forgotten?" asked Lilian pleasantly , smiling at her " Forgotten what ?" " Of course you don't remember " said Lilian , her eyes twinkling with laughter " When you died , you cursed the people who executed you , you cursed them saying that only when they will regret your death sincerely , will your soul be liberated , something along these lines " " Oh ...yeah ..I am really sorry about it " said Chelsea in a rather quite voice , now that Lilian spoke about it , she indeed said something like that in her last moments .

Deadly. The one who cursed the world eight hundred years back. And would again.

the young man replied flatly. "Do you know a cure for curses?"