Cursed Things To Say Novels & Stories

he cried out. “Bastard !” I screamed fanatically. “What the hell, Zara ?” he asked while visibly panicking. I was suddenly in front of him as I teleported myself and crouched down on one knee to look him straight into his eyes. “Dumb jerk. Asshole,” I slowly started uttering curses in a steady rhythm. “Dick wad. Nincompoop. Bloody dog. Root of my misery. Fucking ass head. Bull’s fucking shit. Crap Bin. Motherfucker. Jackass. Stupid Pig. Pain of my soul. FUCK YOU !!!!!” I screamed every fucking foul word that I could think of at the moment.

"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.

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.

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.”

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.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

he cried out. “Bastard !” I screamed fanatically. “What the hell, Zara ?” he asked while visibly panicking. I was suddenly in front of him as I teleported myself and crouched down on one knee to look him straight into his eyes. “Dumb jerk. Asshole,” I slowly started uttering curses in a steady rhythm. “Dick wad. Nincompoop. Bloody dog. Root of my misery. Fucking ass head. Bull’s fucking shit. Crap Bin. Motherfucker. Jackass. Stupid Pig. Pain of my soul. FUCK YOU !!!!!” I screamed every fucking foul word that I could think of at the moment.