Novel & Cerita Cursed Sentences

“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

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

"Get me the girl, or the next time the curse takes hold, I won't be there to help you hold it back. You’ll burn with the rest of them." The connection snapped shut, leaving me standing in the dark. I let out a roar of frustration and swept my arm across the dresser, sending glass vials and heavy wooden bowls flying across the room. They shattered against the stone walls, but the noise didn't make me feel any better. I kicked a chair, watching it splinter, and cursed Liam’s name under my breath. He was so blinded by his own "morals" that he couldn't see we were all heading for a cliff. I needed that curse lifted, and I wasn't going to let his sudden conscience ruin my life.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

he asked with concern. I nodded without a word. Even as I tried my best to bear the pain, it seemed every time I dared to stand against Lucien, the curse retaliated with cruel rigor. It was full of threats, whispered threats, lashed out with unseen claws, and tested the limits of my endurance. It was as if the curse itself was tied to my father’s dark power, punishing me for my defiance and warning me to fall in line or be destroyed forever. But I would not yield as I have to bear this pain till the end of this battle. “Is either the pain going to kill me, or will I kill it?” I said silently to myself.

"I call for a vote. Should the woman known as Lira be sentenced to death for bearing the triple mark and bringing the ancient curse into our territories?" "No!" Riven surged to his feet. "You can't just—she didn't know! She didn't choose to be born with—" "Silence," Tabitha commanded. "This is not a debate. Council members, cast your votes." One by one, the elders raised their hands. Seven for execution. Zero against. "No," I whispered. "The sentence is death," Tabitha announced. "By burning, as ancient law requires. The execution will take place in three days, at the ceremonial grounds. Public, so all may witness what happens to those who bring curses into our midst."

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.