Cursed Sentences Novels & Stories

"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."

Not able to close it. “That is the difference between the both of you mom, as soon as you realize that your son was cursed, it wasn't difficult for you to cast him out of your side, but Celine had accepted it, she accepted everything about me and which is why I am not going to let you ruin that”

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

Anton was a good leader, and Marcus was a nice enough guy for a man who allowed children to be stolen and purchased for their abilities. We knew never to cross him. Even Anton didn't question Marcus. They kept Lucian on as the lead henchman, and it took everything inside me not to kill him. We still hunted dangerous supernatural beings and creatures that escape from the depths of places worse than hell, but with a new name and new types of missions. The "school" still owned us. I don't know that we would ever be free. Not if we had anyone we cared about. We had to take on contracts from humans to keep the school's doors open. Thadeous was good at getting support for his evil missions and per

'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.

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.