Novel & Cerita Cursed Sentences

"He's trying to contact you." "He's trying to recall me." Riven's voice had gone flat, the particular flatness of someone who'd accepted a death sentence and was simply waiting for execution. "The blood curse is escalating. I can feel it. The hunger is becoming... indiscriminate. Soon I won't be able to tell friend from food. Soon I'll hurt someone, and the correction protocols will activate, and I'll be erased and replaced with a new mechanism that doesn't have my particular error."

Sebastian looked away and suddenly a familiar scream echoed in his head. IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER. He flinched shaking his head and gulping down. Sparing a single glance at Darren he walked back to the punching bag grabbing it with both hands. The bag was slightly ripped off, why couldn't he get that particular sentence out of his end from the night she spat on his face? Something bigger and unchangeable might happen.

Two doctors in surgical scrubs, speaking in low voices that suggested confidential discussion. "—finally got the consult results back on the council member's son," one was saying. "Three different curse specialists, and none of them can figure out how to break it completely." "How old is the kid?" the other asked. "Five. Can you imagine? Some bastard cursed a five-year-old with advanced blood work. The ethics alone—" "What kind of symptoms?" "Seizures, organ deterioration, magical instability. They've been managing it with temporary fixes, but without breaking the curse at its source, he's not going to make it past adolescence."

And there's nothing we can do to turn back time and will it in our favour. "Due to the multiple crimes—betrayal to the pack, accomplice to the murderer of the late Luna, attempted murder of the former alpha, waging a war against the pack, and misleading members of the pack—committed by the former councillor and his daughter, I hereby sentence them both to death by hanging."

"The curse began as a compact with the old March claimants. Fennec wolves were given authority over border wards and pack disputes. In return, certain bloodlines were made responsive to a claimant's command." "Responsive how?" Cedric asks. Caelen's mouth tightens. "If a recognized claimant invokes the blood debt correctly, a cursed Fennec cannot disobey a direct order." The room changes. Torven stops cleaning the knife. Sena looks up from the maps. I stare at Caelen. "What kind of order?" "Movement. Silence. Violence. Claim. Submission." He speaks in the same controlled tone he uses during a tactical briefing, but the words sound wrong in it. Too clean. Too dead. "The curse does not make the

’ Hands shot into the air every one of them showed support for the Alpha and his Luna it was unanimous Kuri was condemned by his own words, and the Pack could see he was deranged and jealous. ‘Kuri you are found guilty by all of your Peers. The sentence for Treason is Death. You will be taken from here and face a Firing Squad. May the Goddess have mercy on your black treacherous soul’ Kuri fought the Guards like a Demon possessed, ‘Noooo', take your fucking hands off me. I’m an Alpha. How dare you believe that lying little bitch over me. Damn you both to hell’ It was at that exact moment that their child decided it was time to be born, Atalanta bent double and roared as a pain shot through h

Sherah shouted, "Ms. Hughes, please show us mercy! Why do you have to treat us like this? Oh God, please, why are you doing this to us? We did nothing wrong! We were cursed!" Even while being buried, Sherah still could not stop cursing Celena for this. She turned toward the direction of the cage and spat, "Celena, you f*cking b*tch! You're a curse to this family! We're going to be killed because of you! You're a witch, you've cursed us and doomed us all! You should be dead by now! Why are you dragging all of us down with you?"

Was it fate that made me see him the first time? Was it the work of fate that I wasn't killed? Was it the work of fate that I was assigned to work here. Is it the work of fate that I'm seeing him again? If it is fate, then there has to be a reason. The question is what is the reason? * * JAMAL Cursed! Cursed! I kept hearing the voices as I walked out, I shook my head yet it didn't stop and immediately I stepped out of the room, It was like something hit me in full force!

He told me casually, leaning on the wall in the corner, closing his eyes as I looked at him in disbelief. “W-What do you mean?” I asked apprehensively, disquiet about his words that I can’t die. “You are cursed and cursed ones can only be released. I was aware that you cannot live with this guilt but you cannot be killed by me. Either be released or murdered by another curse.” He told me. “W-What do you mean? No.. this can’t be. You know Carl, I am not a monster.” “I can’t be this… no… I could never become one of those, it’s not me! Carl, do something about it! Kill me, I don’t want to live! Kill me! Please!!”

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr