Cursed Sentences Novels & Stories

Fresh tears blurred the words. “Do not tell him the truth.” “He will never believe you.” “The curse began three hundred years ago.” “Every man who truly loves a woman born with our blood…” ”…will slowly surrender his life.” ⸻ A tear landed on the page. The ink blurred slightly. ⸻ “The first kiss marks him.” “The second weakens him.” “The third binds his soul.” “After the seventh…” The sentence ended abruptly. The rest of the page had been burned away. ⸻

Marcus thought worried . " hhaa hahaha when the trust is breaking , mate bond is changed to hate, it's the time for the curse to overpower.Its the time of change of fate . Let's see what happen next?" came the sinister reply again from his wolf, but he knew this isn't Fire who was speaking it was the curse, again. The evil laugh and the mean word indicated it , without a say . " Didn't it end?" Marcus couldn't help but asked anxiously.As his eyes widen in horror.

"You are nothing but an illusion." "I am dead, but clearly not an illusion, son. The Cursed Weapon had been used on werewolves as a form of punishment, one of the worst punishments, for as long as I can remember. For the elders, it kills them, but as a Lycan, you are more wolf than any other werewolf, so imagine that part stripped out of you. You are supposed to die, just like the elders, and yet somehow you survived. That, I believe, is the reason you can see me."

My jaw elongated, my teeth sharpening into lethal points. My scream deepened, morphing into a guttural growl. My senses blurred, the world around me turning crimson red as the curse overtook everything. I could feel Slade struggling, his voice faint and distant in the back of my mind. "Hold on, Kaiden!" he howled, though we both knew it was futile. I couldn’t hold on. The curse was too strong, its power too overwhelming. My humanity slipped away, replaced by the raw, uncontrollable instincts to kill.

Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”

I turned back to Genesis. "And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand; When thou tillest the ground, it shall not henceforth yield unto thee her strength; a fugitive and a vagabond shalt thou be in the earth." Wow. But it sounded like Cain deserved it. I wondered what "cursed" meant. I yawned hugely. Almost there. "And Cain said unto the Lord, My punishment is greater than I can bear.

“I curse you. If you have gotten on a plane, may the plane crash, if you have gotten on a ship, may the ship sink, if you have gotten on a bus, may you get into an accident! I curse you to a miserable death!” Warren got more furious as he cursed Caleb. He picked up the glass on the table and smashed it on the ground, venting all his dissatisfaction.

Then, I raise my head to the sky, and with every ounce of strength I have left, I lay the curse. “By the blood I’ve shed, by the life you’ve taken from me, I curse the Obsidian Pack. May the Pack’s strength wither, its wolves falter. May your lands be barren, your children weak. I curse your Alpha, Calvin Kane, to know the pain of every life he’s destroyed. To feel it burn inside him, just as it burns inside me. Until his last breath, may he suffer. And may your Pack fall with him.”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."