Cursed Sentences Novels & Stories

From that moment on, it existed only but has not truly lived at all. * * * Somewhere in the vast intricate surfaces of creation, particularly in a huge prison cell of unruly criminals and hapless mortals, a cursed boy swore with such an artistic tongue for profanity. "I told you not to do it, old man! DAMN YOU!"

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…"

I pondered aloud, more to myself than to Cameryn. She hesitated before responding, "Curses are born out of grudges or vendettas. It could be a long-forgotten feud, revenge, or even a misunderstanding. But the fact remains that this isn't a natural disease; it's a curse but the good thing about curses is that they can be broken."

He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

I demanded. “Precisely. We usually say the body dies, and the soul lives on, but with this curse, you crush the soul, leaving the body intact. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses that witches aren’t allowed to use because the pain is excruciating. The pain incapacitates the body, like paralyzing you, and then slowly and painfully the soul dies inside and there is nothing you can do.” she answered. “And how long does it last?” Dad asked, looking pale.

Even then, they cursed me as they were dragged away, accusing me of destroying their son's rebirth. I didn't care. For me, it was justice. A month later, Marvin and Georgia were sentenced to death. The occultist was sentenced to five years in prison, and Gabriel was sentenced to three. On the day of his sentencing, I visited Gabriel. He fell to his knees, sobbing. "Evelyn, I'm sorry. I had no choice. I love you. I thought that once Nova came back, I could take you away and start over with you. Please, give me one more chance."

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

You don’t even know if it’s real. Adrian let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “Real?” he repeated softly. His gaze drifted across the empty field, but he wasn’t really seeing it anymore. “Ever since I was a child, that’s all I ever heard the pack whisper about.” His jaw tightened slightly. “They called me the cursed Alpha…the one cursed for love.” He exhaled slowly. “So tell me, Ragnar… what more do I need to know?” Ragnar stayed silent this time, understanding too well the burden Adrian had carried since he was a child.