Cursed Writing Novels & Stories

He prefers to be a strong and rebellious man in challenging action films. "This is not pure romance. In fact, the director chose you because you are considered very compatible with Peter's strong character," Ethan corrected. William sighed again, "no," he said then took a sip of his beverage. Not only a manager, Ethan is also William's cousin. The two of them grew up together since childhood. Ethan is the closest person to and knows all about William. Including the real identity of the 29 year old man, who is a werewolf. The existence of werewolves is like a joke to most of people in the world. But there are also those who believe, even obsessed with finding proof. But in fact, the creature

The circle was drawn in Himalayan salt and crushed pomegranate seeds, the air thick with the scent of burnt honey and Ava's desperation. She wasn't praying; she was bargaining. Her knife, usually an extension of her will, felt heavy and dull in her hand. The critics' words echoed, derivative, lacking fire, safe, carved deeper wounds than any blade. Michelin stars felt like distant, dying embers. Inspiration had deserted her like a fickle lover. So, she turned to the unconventional section of her grandmother's grimoire, the one bound in suspiciously soft, warm leather. Incubus Minor: For Creative Ignition. Price: Nights of Service.

Samuel had been one of the few who had dared to challenge the curse, documenting his findings and experiences. His entries spoke of an ancient ritual, a desperate attempt to break the curse's grip on the town. He wrote of midnight ceremonies under the light of the full moon, of howling winds and blood-stained altars. The words danced before my eyes, painting a vivid picture of a world where the boundaries between human and beast blurred.

A small flinch could be seen from her at his words and this seemed to please him as he smiled,one which fitted his devilishly handsome face, sometimes it was as though he smiled knowing how well it fitted him and hid his tainted soul. "Not to worry,I have not come here for that,I do not waste energy on measly things" "Then why are you here?" "I wish to lift a curse" He said raising his hand,he pulled the sleeves of his left arm and right beneath his elbow was a writing,it looked like an ancient language and to a normal persons eyes,it may resemble a tattoo but alas,they were curses. "I cannot lift this" Linda said after assessing the writings. "And why's that,are you no witch?"

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.......

And gifting luna the death , with their ruthless and fierce behaviour . And the last three alpha killed themselves getting tortured by the own devil .The guilt killed them every passing second . Or can even said sacrificed the life but didn’t let the devil in them destroy the pack .And the cycle repeated with birth of every new alpha . Marcus , the fourth alpha cursed by moon goddess , is now living his own destruction every passing day . Till the age of 30 , he wasn’t able to find his mate. And now he is unable to calm 'Fire ' his wolf who is slowly turning the devil . The fire who every passing instance is asking for his mate and cursing him to be unable to find her , yet .

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

“I was assigned the unmaking and I was also assigned the keeping. Both. Love is not the opposite of that. I have told you. You did not want to hear it from a shawl.” Confusion did not leave. It sat beside the archive and the cup-rim and the name on Vaelin’s chest. The girl who had split bread wanted a different old woman. The Tsarina had run out of different. “You called it tea.” “It was tea. It was also quiet in the blood. You grew anyway. That is your stubbornness, not my failure.” A small smile. Disturbing. Fond. “You put a crown on the stubbornness and asked why the hand that rocked you knew forbidden things. Because forbidden is the only art that keeps a curse fed and a lock walking. Yo

Odin’s P.O.V Ugh, what’s up with the pain spreading far and across my body? I feel as if something is making my body feel numb. I can’t feel anything anymore. ‘’ This is the curse which you are born. The curse which is going to kill you eventually.’’ A woman’s voice whispered in my ears. I opened up my eyes to see a woman standing in front of me. She had white hair, just like the light of the moon showering down its rays onto the ground.