Cursed Sentences Mga Nobela at Kwento

'Cursed wolf.' Everywhere went deafening silent the moment someone in the crowd had uttered that statement and Tristan had halted on his track. Tristan clenched his fist with his eyes closed, trying to control the rage he felt. The people worried as they looked amongst themselves, trying to fish out who had muttered that word to avoid being killed for they knew Tristan wrath and he didn't waste time in getting rid of anyone who dared him. Cursed from birth, Tristan had to suffer the hereditary curse passed down to him because of the sins of his father.

My eyes immediately widened and I looked back at the man who was choking me now. 'Tell me… w-when I die, will his curse disappear?' “E-EL… please, whatever you're thinking, don't continue lit. Laurier will not be happy with that. ” Lavisha's difficult said. But it just went into my other ear and came out. 'Tell me, will he be free from the curse he fears?' I can look into his glaring eyes. At the same time, I was coughing up blood because I just felt like I had a stab wound in my right side.

he assured her, his words filled with empathy. Jessica's frustration surged, and she couldn't hold back any longer. "Understand? How can you possibly understand, Marcus?" Her voice quivered with anger and sorrow. "Are you the one cursed? Are you the one whose mate loathed you because of a curse? No, you can't possibly comprehend the depths of my anguish," she retorted, tears welling up in her eyes.

From hindsight, I saw that Rylan had also transformed and was giving me a hot chase. My body felt weak and my heart burned with pain and unshed tears but I couldn't stop. I had lost two mothers in one lifetime, I must truly be cursed. Siri had died because of me, I would never forgive myself for this. I deserve all of this, I'm a bad person.

“Then… they had the Elder return it to the sacred burial ground. The Amadeus cemetery. A cursed relic, buried at the heart of the pack’s ancestral resting place. That act—that single act—triggered everything.” I feel lightheaded. Fury rolls off Dominicus in silent, suffocating waves. His fists clench on the table, knuckles pale. Eleanor’s eyes meet mine. “One thing you should understand about curses,” she begins, her voice steady but grim, “is that the stronger the victim, the harder it is to curse them. And the Amadeus wolves—” she glances at Dominicus “—were the strongest there were.” She pauses for emphasis.

she sighed, causing my cheeks to turn pink as I recalled our kissing. “He was a good kisser and is kind, but I'm marked by Camden, and I do love him,” I answered her with a thought. “They were incinerated and their ashes scattered in the pack's sectioned-off cemetery. I'm sure you know the location since this was your former pack,” Sin announced. Creasing my brow, I realized that they were disposed of like the dregs of our society and grew saddened. “They didn't deserve that and should have been placed in the cemetery,” I huffed.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

Kenny sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a big cigar. “My gift to you is number one, a beating you will remember for the rest of your life or number two, a more merciful option, you grovel at my feet begging me for mercy while you refer to me as your lord,” uttered Kenny as he blew the smoke from his cigar at Luke’s face. Luke was terrified, shook to the core, but his pride did not let him loose face. “no way I’m going to grovel at a rat’s feet. Do the very worst you can, you inferior specimen,” Luke said firmly, concealing his fear perfectly.