Novel & Cerita Cursed Sentences

“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

I said. "Ingrate! What should I thank you for?" She said. "Ingrates don't see reasons for being thankful to another," I said. "You know, I just look at you and sometimes, I feel so sad for you," she paused. "I should be the one to feel sad for you. Look at where you are!" I said. "You are right, Stella. You don't know you are cursed right? I feel so heavy for you not my state, but because you are cursed…. It will shock you to know that the Alpha knows about it but he chose to keep it from you…"

she asked with a sober expression. "Omega slave,” Chloe chipped in. “Omega what? how am I…” "Look, you are an Omega slave and you have been cursed,” Emily, another inmate cut her off. “Be nice Emily.” Chloe murmured. "Why? who cursed me? why am I cursed? can it be reversed?" she asked. "Bree,” Chloe murmured, “You are cursed because you committed a grevious sin. That is why you were killed by gamma Rio." Bree creased her brows in total confusion, "Killed?" she muttered.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

’ 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

Why are you here? Shouldn't you be reading some other story instead? I mean, who wants to hear about some cursed woman that is responsible for the death of her entire pack? Women, children, warriors. The Alpha and Luna. So many innocents died that night because of me you know..... turn away before it's too late. Please. You're.... still here? What do you mean you don't believe in my curse?! ........ listen, sir or ma'am or....... person? It doesn't matter who or what you are, this will find you and hurt you. So go before I hurt someone else. A stranger no less..

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."

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

But also— Prisoners. “This wasn’t chosen,” I say quietly. “Not by you. Not by the first of you.” The vision shifts. The boy grows—years folding like pages turning too fast. Every act of violence framed as duty. Every mercy punished by consequence. The curse isn’t corruption. It’s inheritance. Cain sinks to one knee, breath ragged, hands braced against the ground like it might reject him. “If I was made this way,” he whispers, voice breaking open, “then what am I guilty of?”

His protest cut off in a strangled sound, his whole body seizing before going slack again. Fear clawed up my throat. “Raven, talk to me. Please.” His head dropped forward, his voice rough, broken. “It’s the curse.” The words sliced through me. He had told me once, in fragments, about it—the curse that bound his bloodline. The reason his love was a death sentence. Never to love without dying. I hadn’t understood then. I hadn’t wanted to. But now— “You’re saying…” My voice faltered. “Because you—because you love…”