Cursed Things To Say Novels & Stories

“You need to know one thing, you headless cunt…” “And you really need to learn manners. You can’t come to someone’s house, unarmed, and then call them a cunt. That is super brainless of you.” I wasn’t angry. Not like I was at first when I heard him say that. I was at a point where I believed that the C word was his default when he experienced great distress.

"Abominations that drink blood and corrupt the soul! They drain the life from everything they touch!" An older warrior, scarred and grizzled from decades of service, slammed his fist on a wooden table with enough force to crack the wood. The sound echoed through the hall like a gunshot. "We should burn the borders! Hunt down whatever that thing is before it spreads its filth through our territory! Before it turns more of us into those… those creatures!"

I was truly awed. I sighed. "You really just said "victims of my mate's rabidness." You phrased it wrongly. Victims of the curse you laid, witch. That is the correct way to word it, don't you think? It is truly saddening what happened to them. But so what?"

Winston asked. "You’re right. But the one who cursed me was an earth witch. I don’t know why the notes are in the ice witch language." Vlador responded. "I’m sorry, but can you tell me what the curse is?" Winston asked. Vlador paused, then answered, "I will never feel full, and I will never sleep. That’s my curse." "Oh, you poor young man," Winston sighed. "If that’s the curse, perhaps I was wrong to think it involved two bloodlines. The term 'mortal girl' also seems too odd for this curse. Did I mistranslate it?" He reached for his dictionary again.

"You belong in hell, Zin; did you forget about that?" Zin swallowed hard, knowing he had to choose his words carefully. "I still have unfinished business on earth," Zin replied. "Master..." he tried to find the perfect words. "I can't turn back and not finish what I was told to do. I can't just stop in the middle of it; that's what I was cursed to do so."

I gulp, when I glance down again. I should really be rated the most crazy and dumb person, seriously. He too leans forward, only for him to almost trip. " Shit." He curses. " Use that language and you'll limit your chances of entering into heaven." I say in a singsong manner. " Doubt I'd even go there. " " You're so negative. " I comment. " Should I be anything else right now?" I don't answer. We remain in silence for a while. I seriously am getting dizzy standing here.

‘If you feel like everything was such a pain, how about you curse them out?’ He recalled that he coughed as the tips of his ears reddened at that absorb order. ‘Why? Cursing is not your thing? Ey… you should try. Just try it once. It is fun. Trust me.’ Hades shook his head and laughed again. “How about you unhand my precious people?” One voice greeted him. Zutup! At the same time, a short knife cut through the wind, straight to Hades’s neck.

I shook my head in denial, getting on my feet. “Are you crazy? Why would I ever kill my mates? How dare you accuse me of such?” I shot back angrily. “You did this,” the voice repeated. “No! I didn’t!” I yelled back, covering my ears but no matter how I tried to cover my ears, I still kept hearing the annoying voice. “You are the cursed one,” the voice said. Cursed? “What nonsense are you spewing? I am not cursed! I didn’t do any of this! Stop all of your nonsense!” I yelled, choking on my words.

Once just now, and once the day before. "And what did he mean by 'cursed goods'? Should I believe him?" In the antique world, "cursed goods" was insider slang. They referred to items with dubious origins, or antiques tainted by malignant energy that disrupted geomancy and fortune. Estelle's expression shifted as realization dawned, her eyes growing even more curious. "Who exactly is he?" Girls were like that. One might not leave any impression if they did as they expected. But the moment one did something out of line, one sparked curiosity instead.

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?"