Cursed Sentences Novels & Stories

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.

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."

) Aleksandr and the Russians believed strongly in curses, thinking no one could escape them. I see his body petrify at my words, so I repeat them. "Damn you, damn your organization, cursed you are and will be, condemned to die by the hand of your own blood." The slap he gives me resonates forcefully, and Michael repeats my words with force. Aleksandr's men begin to murmur, and we share a look, saying it again in unison, this time with more force. "Damn you, damn your organization, cursed you are and will be, condemned to die by the hand of your own blood!"

The words felt like a storm ripping through the sky on a perfectly sunny day. James took me home, and we didn't exchange a single word the entire night. I drowned in my grief, too consumed by the loss to notice his strange behavior. The next day, Jess arrived with her son, David, practically glowing with joy. "David's heart condition is completely cured," she said brightly. "We won't need to visit the hospital anymore." Her words struck me like a knife. I exploded, my pain spilling into a heated argument. But before I could say much, James shoved me to the ground.

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.

“I made the rest of his curse appear on his back.” He leaned forward, one huge arm dropping onto Alexander’s desk with a heavy thud. “There’s only two ends to that curse: yer babe dies… or Finn rots from the inside. Ain’t no third door. Ain’t no secret. Ain't no trick. That curse is older than yer name.” My chest tightened. “I know that, but I don't believe it. If there is a will then there is a way. ”

Helena cursed. "We were so close at finally punishing that bastard Xavier. I would've killed him if he agreed to take the punished. Cursed those stupid rules, him still being alive shows us how weak we are. We now have two abomination walking free among our midst." Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two.

All those did not matter when all they thought of me was that I needed to be cuffed and silenced! Father Cassimir was - I’m not even sure who he was. He was a man of God. One sent to our village by the catholic church, to spread the word of God, after Father Lucius died of pox. Unlike Father Lucius, Father Cassimir was younger. Still almost double my age, with a nasty uncombed beard and such a disgusting smirk that he’d offer the younger women. He smelled like incense and his eyes held a strange predator gaze that always made me feel sick and unsafe when he’d cast a glance my way. He had been invited not just once to dine with us, but everytime he came into our house, I felt violated and as