Geto Swallowing Curse Novels & Stories

My legs seemed to lose all of their bones as my knees buckled, I collapsed on the ground helplessly. “Why, the Moon Goddess? Why it is always me?” Tears pooled in my eyes as my misty vision couldn’t aid me to see my stepmother’s victorious grin, I wished for a miracle to revive my kids. The ground below my feet lit up with the dark aura. The satanic symbol of two upside-down triangles enclosed in a circle with a goat face in it appeared to initiate the curse. But it was the least of my concerns! My kids were the last descendants of the Ellsworth bloodline, and I had lost all the courage to live after this grim incident. The pain in my chest grew unbearable as my pups’ last call was cutting t

They wondered if it was truly what they were thinking. "The curse has been broken." They laughed out in joy as Alecto's ancient voice danced into their ears. "What was stolen has been returned. Werewolves now have packs like they used to. It's just like the moon goddess wanted. The curse was A CURSE FROM THE MOON. Your ancestors offended the moon, hence the curse. You have managed to rectify the mistakes made. You'd get blessings in place of the curse." Alecto sighed in relief and looked up at the full moon that was beginning to appear.

Lucifer began her tale. Rogue paid attention to her, even stopping his chewing to listen closer and gain more information about this. “ However Chronos proved to be stronger than Escliffe and he banished him from heaven giving him a curse. Chronosis curse, the curse allows each of us to be able to tell what the other is feeling, tell if one of us is in danger. But the downside is that if one of us gets hurt our strength get reduced” She uttered once more.

Real fear. “Charlie—” I choked out, holding out a hand toward him, fingers trembling violently. “Don’t—don’t get close. I can’t—control—” But he ignored me. Of course he did. He pushed himself up, coughing, stumbling to his knees, then his feet. His eyes were bright with terror—but not of me. Of losing me. And that was somehow worse. He took a step forward. My entire body convulsed. The curse surged. My breath ripped out of me in a broken, strangled sound. The Wicked roared in my skull, clawing at my mind.

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

“Good—“ I began. He gripped my hair again and jerked himself up. His cum shot straight down my throat, forcing me to swallow it. “Ohhh… fuck it…” he moaned as he shot himself up again. He released my hair and collapsed on his chair, his eyes closed. “Wh-what’s the curse about?” I asked, praying I didn’t lose my chance yet. “Oh, that?” His eyes shot open and he gave me a smile. Hope flickered in my heart. “The curse is that we can’t get enough of you, queen.” He chuckled, closing his eyes again. “Fuck, that was good.” He mumbled, purring in satisfaction.

He asked, a sudden enthusiasm in his eyes. “Serpent’s curse” I said and suddenly a snicker came from behind me. I didn’t need to see who it was to know. “Why don’t you take the floor Kael? Since you’re so desperate” I hissed and Kael gave a warning growl. I ignored it. “It’s called hawthorn’s tongue,” he said and I scrunched up my face in disgust. “Oh, it’s like that?” He suddenly defended and I raised my hands in mock surrender.

The edge. It’s overwhelming. I grab the handle just as someone shoves the door open from the other side. The door swings wide. And she tumbles straight into my arms. I catch her instinctively, one arm wrapping around her waist as I steady her. Static crackles between us. Goosebumps erupt across my skin. Her scent floods my lungs. Euphoria slams into me. I look down. Fiery orange curls. Pine-green eyes. Freckles scattered everywhere. Full, soft lips.

she pleaded. “Then perhaps you would prefer to consume what your spirit brings back up,” Ryan countered with a demonic grin. She couldn't. This was beyond the Moonlight Law. “Eat, or I shall ensure it reaches your throat by force,” Tyler warned. That was a far more terrifying fate. Holding her breath, she forced a spoonful past her lips and tried to swallow. The moment the rancid, spicy sludge hit her tongue, her entire frame shuddered with a primal loathing. Her throat constricted. She was going to heave.

"And the curse? What about the curse I heard?" Emile took a deep breath, her gaze shifting toward the dim light filtering through the window, as though she was looking back through time itself. "The curse you heard was cast by Fate himself," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "When Selene’s Dire Wolves grew too powerful, even she began to fear them. Their bloodlust was uncontrollable, and they wreaked havoc on the world—destroying villages, wiping out entire packs. Selene tried to control them, but it was too late. They were monsters, and nothing could stop them."