Cursed Sentences Novels & Stories

“Losing the Ashton family can cost us tens of billions, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” “I had high hopes for you, Luke. I thought you would be the next grand patriarch of this family. Luckily, you showed us you aren’t fit for that position before it was too late.” He paused a little as the crowd anticipates his next sentence. The hall was dead silent, with everyone focused. Connor continued, “As the grand patriarch of the Von Aleister family, I hereby declare this Union cursed.” Luke stood in utter disgrace as cold sweat drips from his beard, his face was darkened with sorrow and his heart was boiling with anger. He looked around for Kenny, but it seemed like Kenny had left

His presence was commanding, his voice steady as he delivered the final sentence. “Dr. Cedric, for your crimes against werewolves, you are sentenced to a lifetime of imprisonment in Mysticrock. You will never again harm another living soul, especially those belonging to our kind. Death is too good a punishment for someone as wicked as you.” Dr. Cedric stood motionless, his expression unreadable as the sentence was handed down. But just as the guards moved to take him away, he spoke, his voice low but clear. “This isn’t the end, you know.”

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

"We didn't mean to betray you. We only wanted to free you from the curse that bound you." The cursed creature's anger simmered, his brows furrowing as he struggled against the darkness that consumed him. "You do not understand," he growled, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and frustration. "The curse has corrupted me for too long. There is no redemption for the likes of me."

Beneath the veneer of stoicism lay a tumultuous sea of regret, remorse, and the bitter realization of the consequences of his choices—a storm that threatened to engulf him amidst the tense air of the courtroom. The judge continued! "AND REGARDING THE CRIMES OF MURDER AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING, THE ACCUSED IS HEREBY, SENTENCED TO A LIFETIME IMPRISONMENT STRICTLY WITHOUT PAROLE! THE COURT SO ORDERS!!!" Ejay's demeanor remained outwardly composed, but internally, his world crumbled with the weight of the verdict. As the words "lifetime imprisonment" echoed in the courtroom, a profound stillness enveloped him. His facade of stoicism barely concealed the tumultuous storm surging within.

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.

Conflicting emotions flitted across her features and she mumbled, “You saved my life and I am supposed to return the favour but….” “If you can’t really say anything…” A defeated sigh left my lips. Maybe we were fated to suffer. “It’s okay.” “It is true that I can’t say anything, but maybe I can help you figure it out yourself.” She said, a small smile playing on her lips. “What does the curse say literally?” “It says that the female wolf will have to choose one of the three brothers and the ones she rejects will die.” “That means she can’t reject any of her mates if she wants them to live, right?”

Selvin said, “You silly, stupid half breed bastard. I enjoyed killing them really and I am just loving the feeling of your torment right now. Tell me, Ben, how much pain can you endure? Well, we shall see.” After collecting his blade from Shaw’s back, Selvin kneeled down beside Ben. He raised his hands above Ben and in the old language said, “ Cuirim mallacht ort do chrà a chónaí arís agus arís eile,” (I curse you to live your torment again and again) then plunged the dagger into Ben’s chest.

“This isn’t a random curse, Aria. This is targeted, specific, and incredibly sophisticated. Whoever placed this on you knew about your bloodline. They cursed you to prevent something from awakening.” “What bloodline?” I asked. “I’m just—I was just a Beta’s daughter. Nothing special.” “You’re far more than that,” Dr. Chen said. “But we’ll get to that. First, you need to understand the full extent of what this curse is doing.” She pulled up more data on the scanner. “The curse is also slowly killing you. It’s designed to appear like natural aging—gradual organ failure, weakening bones, deteriorating health. Most people cursed like this die in their forties or fifties, and no one suspects magic

Shelaine faked a cough before she answered. "There are two kinds of curses; the sacred curse and the mortal’s curse. Like what you've said, the sacred curse is given by the gods. Any curse that is given by the gods are considered as sacred even when they would cause danger. Like what you've said again, it is only given to people who have sinned greatly or the fruit of that sin. Mortal’s curse is given by normal people like us who can cast curses to inflict pain to others. These two have a big difference in effect since sacred curses are made by gods and mortal curses are only made by humans," Shelaine explained lengthily that only made Luna roll her eyes. Her thought was right. She'd never t