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"It was no ordinary toad, Etie. It feeds on souls, human ones. I bet it had lived a really long life, killing anyone who had the bad luck to pass by. Either way, it should have died sooner." "A soul-eating toad? Who the hell did this?" Dijkstra exclaimed. "And the coffin… Box… Whatever the hell that was! It looks new! Is it something that was only there recently?" "No. I bet it was a fake grave created by a witch from the 18th century. The casket looked new because she rubbed some sort of ointment all over it. It could have been her familiar—the toad's job was to steal other people's souls to nurture the witch's power. Unfortunately, she died without releasing the toad, and it became a haunt

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

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.

My voice cracks, tears streaming down my face as I reach for him, but he’s slipping away, dissolving into the shadows that surround me. The darkness shifts again, and new figures emerge—strange, twisted creatures, their faces constantly changing, morphing from one person I know to another. They loom over me, their bodies formless but their presence suffocating, oppressive. Their voices are a cacophony of whispers. “You’re cursed, Astrid,” one of the creatures hisses, its face flickering between my mother’s and a faceless void. “The curse has always been inside you, lying dormant, waiting for the right moment. And now it’s awake.”

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

It was the Toad Voodoo Sovereign. Chase flung his corpse at the remaining Voodoo Sovereigns. “Toady!” The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign caught his corpse with a look of disbelief. He kept patting the corpse's back in an attempt to wake the Toad Voodoo Sovereign up. However, there was no longer any breath in him. The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign roared, “How could you kill Toady?! I’ll fight you to the death!” The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign transformed into a dark, shadowy figure and sped right toward Chase.

She put her whole weight on that foot until she felt the round body of the toad flatten on the ground. "Poor Tania! You're dead! Tsk! Tsk!" 'Olga, you're detestable! I curse you! You must bear a son. Your only son should have a son, and so forth and so on. The moment daughters appear, your powers shall be distributed to them! Ugh!' Olga stomped on the dead toad. "No! None of your curse shall come true!" she shrieked furiously. Her body was starting to get hot. She felt very itchy...

“To V: After extensive research, I don’t believe that your symptoms are a result of any curse. The ‘curse’ that befell the Lycan King’s wife on the day of the last summit was never a curse, but rather a lethal dose of a very dangerous herb known as ‘toxic ashroot’. The berries that the Lycan Queen ate that day were coated in an extract from this herb, with a dose so high that it killed her almost instantly. I believe that you are being dosed with this herb in small amounts, so as to kill you slowly. I am afraid, from the sound of your symptoms, that there is already too much of the herb in your body to cure you.