Cursed Writing Novelas e Histórias

, she said. "It's okay", I replied. She left leaving us in her living room. All the selves filled with books and glass bottles. It's the heritage of her ancestors. One book from self in blue hard cover caught my eye. I grabbed the book. The cover of the book fascinated me. 'The Cursed King' was written in golden cursive letters. Beautiful and ancient. I tossed the pages and started reading. 'Blood spilled all over the ground. Bodies lay lifeless. Houses burnt. Children crying.

"Yeah. I was, uhm, reading this book at my parent's house about uncommon curses; ones that can't be broken by a kiss or bond, but are darker…the only thing is, they never really said how to break the curse." Katia set down the papers and put a hand on her hip. "Well, I guess it's probably because if they're uncommon, it's rare to ever need to break them." She then looked Waverly up and down, suspiciously. "But, yeah, I guess you could say that. Why?" "I was just curious," Waverly continued, hoping she wasn't being too transparent. "In my pack, dark curses are never spoken of because it was unusual for us to even encounter normal grades. But I thought with Sawyer's parents being involved with

“So you’re telling me rogues are cursed?” I wanted to hit my head against a wall. I should have known a person like Felicity would lie about even her academic prowess. “The goddess cursed rogues? Where did you learn this?” “It’s in ‘Rogues 101.’ I’m serious.” As she mentioned the ridiculous book title, I pulled out my phone to search for it on the internet. Surprisingly, it existed. “The goddess cursed all destroyers with a madness that is incurable.”

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

I flip the rest of the book looking for anything that sticks out. The curse ment for my mother was onew of the last things written in the book. After that is page after page of scribbled drawings of a demonic figure. I am not sure what these drawings might mean, but they are very dark, and they give me the creeps. on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge."

"No one actually knows who wrote this. Ancient people discovered the book with the last page missing. It was torn apart." So what was the point of sharing it with us if the ending was missing? "Maybe because their love story doesn't have an end yet." Claire shrugged. "Maybe it is still not written because the continuation is just about to happen. The exciting part is yet to begin."

Rigel had spent hours, days, poring over ancient texts, searching for anything—any prophecy, any curse, any name—that could explain why history was repeating itself. Why Daniel was being hunted. Why Daniel was losing himself. And then, as the candlelight flickered over a faded, nearly crumbling manuscript, Rigel found something. A passage that sent ice down his spine. “The First Cursed One shall rise again.” “Bound by fate, shackled by time, a weapon forged twice.” “Beware the one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.” Rigel’s breath caught. “The one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.”

“It’s not the curse that’s difficult to deal with. It’s the decipher of the meaning behind the curse and the words used in them. Because a curse is not just words, but the emotions and the part of the immortal’s soul that they put in those words that make them so difficult to deal with. They are like a virus who mutates in every tenth part of a nanosecond.” “Have you ever read this book before? No lies, omega.” “No, alpha. I have never read this book before.” He shut the book and tossed it on the table. He repeated the same with several other books before he sprawled on the couch, lost somewhere. His elbow rested on the armrest, his fingers pressed against his temple while he contemplated me

All those did not matter when all they thought of me was that I needed to be cuffed and silenced! Father Cassimir was - I’m not even sure who he was. He was a man of God. One sent to our village by the catholic church, to spread the word of God, after Father Lucius died of pox. Unlike Father Lucius, Father Cassimir was younger. Still almost double my age, with a nasty uncombed beard and such a disgusting smirk that he’d offer the younger women. He smelled like incense and his eyes held a strange predator gaze that always made me feel sick and unsafe when he’d cast a glance my way. He had been invited not just once to dine with us, but everytime he came into our house, I felt violated and as

Love you guys to the moon and back. It's been a joy ride writing this book and sharing with you people. Thank you for sticking till the end with me and tolerating my grammar and other mistakes. I am grateful to you guys for your kind comments. Your constant support have pushed me to write this book and motivated me to write the second one in the cursed series. I read many Werewolf stories, or at least enough for me to plot something that no one did, I will let you people decide if I am succeeded or not. Now, back to the work.