Cursed Sentences Novels & Stories

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.

“Or perhaps you forget the curse I laid on you.” I was stiffened by his words, the memory of that night of blood and binding words rising unbidden in my mind. Lucien’s voice dropped, almost gentle now. “The more you defy me, the more it grows. You’ve felt it, haven’t you?” he asked, smirking. And as if summoned by the words, it surged deeply into me. A flash of agony, sharp and white hot, seared through my ribcage like wildfire. My teeth, every muscle in my body locking as I fought to show nothing. No weakness. No pain.

"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.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

Until exhaustion dragged me under like a wave. And as I drifted into sleep, my last coherent thought was a curse. A curse on the day I met Adrian Vale. A curse on the day I met Maribel Cross. A curse on every moment I'd wasted loving people who saw me as nothing but a resource to exploit. Never again. Never fucking again. ​

Conor, Bart and Arthur also followed suit giving Eldon serious looks. “Curses.” Eldon said the word shaking his head. “Curses are meant not only to destroy one person. They are meant to destroy everything. The last person who was cursed killed every living thing in a town. And then he killed himself after finally losing his mind in two days. The fact that Kay is strong willed- Strong enough to fight that level of hate for days is amazing. Be glad none of you saw her thoughts. You would have abandoned her after the first set of ideas she had.”

“Only the curse can kill you. I wish it were not this way. I wish your death wouldn’t be painful and long, but it will.” The world sagged around me; her words were a dark promise of what lay ahead. The curse, a shadow lurking, always there, always creating this barrier between me and happiness. A familiar pain echoed through my soul, a pain I’d lived with for years, now more poignant, more unforgiving. “This curse cannot be stopped,” she continued, her voice a sad requiem. “It has to run its course, its own cruel way.” Her expression was full of regret, kindness entwined with sorrow.