Cursed Things To Say นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Oh, Zythorath! If my devotion to your worship pleases you, grant my desires." "Speak," commanded Zythorath. "I wish to cast a curse so potent that it transcends life and death, an unshakable affliction," confessed Zephyr, revealing his dangerous and sinful intention.

I cursed. "I think we are going to die tonight."

sera looked at her with a fiery look, which means it's better for you to shut up. Ayden looked at the thing you were looking at, but he did not find anything. He said to her: Do you see things that no one else can see? She looked at him and said coldly to him: I don't know why but all the bad things find me and all the stupid things and crazy and crazy people leave everything and find me and the curse and of them you sure are so so put me down I don't want you to touch me at all. ___________

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

) Aleksandr and the Russians believed strongly in curses, thinking no one could escape them. I see his body petrify at my words, so I repeat them. "Damn you, damn your organization, cursed you are and will be, condemned to die by the hand of your own blood." The slap he gives me resonates forcefully, and Michael repeats my words with force. Aleksandr's men begin to murmur, and we share a look, saying it again in unison, this time with more force. "Damn you, damn your organization, cursed you are and will be, condemned to die by the hand of your own blood!"

"The Crimson Zone, Riana? That place is... cursed. The legends speak of a darkness that consumes all who enter." His words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding. Cursed. It was a word that carried weight, a word that evoked images of ancient evils and unspeakable horrors. The Crimson Zone was not just a dangerous place; it was a place of damnation, a place where souls were lost and hope was extinguished.

Oaths and obligations - the lubricant for patently lethal A****n society. Those words tossed out without too much consideration were now fraying around the edges. This wasn't the Plague, boils, lesions, leprosy, rickets, or the Home Loan bubble bursting. Those you could fight. How did you counter the devaluation of someone's word? Ishara's curse was crawling toward a very bad end unless I did something, but what?

“I curse you. If you have gotten on a plane, may the plane crash, if you have gotten on a ship, may the ship sink, if you have gotten on a bus, may you get into an accident! I curse you to a miserable death!” Warren got more furious as he cursed Caleb. He picked up the glass on the table and smashed it on the ground, venting all his dissatisfaction.

Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”