Cursed Talismans Novels & Stories

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

Marisa turned “I’ll ask one of the servants to give you a cheque later.” “I have something for you tho” She reached into her drawers and pulled out a black velvet pouch and gave it to him. He looked at her before opening it. Inside was a small rune marked talisman humming with power, the kind forged only by witches. “It will keep your scents masked… from any pack trackers. And amplify… your strength during the full moon.” She said with a sultry tone as she grabbed onto his crotch.She smacked her lips onto his. After two minutes.

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

the century old face didn’t betray much emotion. He rubbed the palms against the thighs and looked at me for some time before continuing, “It took twenty one days to complete the rituals and prepare the talisman.” “What is talisman?” I asked. “It is a scrap of parchment or paper containing magical words or number combinations, representing the entity or force that has been evoked. It is then enclosed in an outer covering. The one who wears it will have control over that entity for a certain period, and will be able to employ it for any task that he wishes, provided the wearer follows the formal procedures and precautions,” he explained.

“You warned me that she was cursed. I’m the curse, Thorin. Selvin killed them because of my mother's sins. If it wasn’t for me, it wouldn’t have happened.” Thorin sighed and went to Ben. “The circumstances don’t matter now, goddamn it. Imara and you are drawn to each other like a moth to a flame. The Fates have made it so and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop that. We have to find the warlock that cast this curse on you and Imara. Ben, this curse, it’s a mighty terrible one. This will keep happening to the two of you over and over again for all eternity if we don’t stop it.” Ben ran his hands through his hair. “I can’t. I won’t do this to her again.” He looked to Haldir. “Take her away.

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

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...”

"You love to be feared, Vergil? You shall be feared by all. You think you need no one? You shall have no one." She stepped closer, her silver boots stopping inches from my trembling hands. "From this night forward, you are cursed," she decreed. "You will not age. You will not die. You will watch your empire crumble into dust, and the centuries will wash your name away until you are nothing but a ghost story. You will possess absolute power, but it will bring you no joy. You shall have beautiful women lusting for you but unable to touch you. you will have sire no heirs because you will never be able to touch a women ever again."