Cursed Sentences の小説・ストーリー

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know? "I courted seven ladies in the past. Unfortunately, none of them lived long enough to walk to the isle with me. My curse somehow affected them and killed them all. I guess they were too fragile to handle such burden." His eyes glistened with tears but as quickly as they came, so also they dried up. I have never survived any of Veronica's maltreatment nor Vivian's, without falling unconscious. Just how long would I endure before his curse finally took my soul?

I knew there was no going back now. The elder’s voice cut through the noise once more. "For willingly confessing to your crime, we, the council of elders, hereby sentence you to life imprisonment with hard labor," he declared, his tone as cold and unforgiving as the shackles that bound me. The world around me seemed to blur as the sentence echoed in my ears. Faces twisted into satisfied smiles, whispers of my disgrace filling the room. But all I could think about was Coby and the night that had led me to this defining moment.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Not able to close it. “That is the difference between the both of you mom, as soon as you realize that your son was cursed, it wasn't difficult for you to cast him out of your side, but Celine had accepted it, she accepted everything about me and which is why I am not going to let you ruin that”

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

Classic power struggle. "What's the expected verdict?" "Guilty on all charges. The prosecution's case is overwhelming. Callum Brennan's going to the Cage." Tom pulls out notes. "I documented everything like you asked. Trial transcripts, witness statements, financial records. All of it filed." "Good." I move to my filing cabinets. Two hundred years of records stored in these cabinets. Every supernatural crime, every death, every secret I've collected. "What's the sentencing recommendation?" "Six months in supernatural prison, then permanent exile from his pack. Packless status for life."

"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.

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.

“This isn’t a random curse, Aria. This is targeted, specific, and incredibly sophisticated. Whoever placed this on you knew about your bloodline. They cursed you to prevent something from awakening.” “What bloodline?” I asked. “I’m just—I was just a Beta’s daughter. Nothing special.” “You’re far more than that,” Dr. Chen said. “But we’ll get to that. First, you need to understand the full extent of what this curse is doing.” She pulled up more data on the scanner. “The curse is also slowly killing you. It’s designed to appear like natural aging—gradual organ failure, weakening bones, deteriorating health. Most people cursed like this die in their forties or fifties, and no one suspects magic