Harry Potter Unforgivable Curse Novels & Stories

Even Dad pales further, if that's possible. "Elder Silas mentioned he'd never seen anything like the blood tears," Dad says slowly. "But he didn't realize..." "That they were the physical manifestation of ongoing spiritual torment," Lina finishes grimly. "This is why my specialized knowledge was necessary. The Curse of Agony is a forbidden spell that should have died out centuries ago." She gestures toward the bowl, and the water begins to swirl without any visible cause. "It preserves the victim's physical body while subjecting their soul to unending suffering."

The smell of burned herbs still clung to my fingers. Even after I scrubbed them raw, the scent stayed. A reminder of what I’d done. Of the curse now clinging to Ivy’s mind like smoke to fabric. It was subtle magic, forbidden and old, something that wouldn’t be traced to me unless someone looked very closely. But no one would. They never did. I was invisible when I wanted to be.

If she were to grow into a dwarf, Daya would beat him to death. Some Naga tribe members exclaimed, “Oh, Lord Saint hasn’t lifted my curse, but why do I feel the temperature?” “Yeah, me too. Has my curse been lifted?” “Oh gosh, what’s going on?” “I’ve lifted the curse from you guys. The furnace just now was a useful tool to dispel curses,” Alex said. The furnace of forbidden spells could refine evil curses, so Alex was quite surprised. This forbidden spell seemed to be getting stronger. Seeing that there were remaining two baskets of heavenly law fruits, Alex put them away discourteously.

Allura frowned, "How are you gonna do that?" "The lift of the curse requires the Three Hallows to destroy each other." Kitty answered, "For example, the wand would also take a damage if it tries to destroy Phosis, but before it breaks itself, it would be able to destroy Phosis fully." Erebus said: "So it would be a circle? Like, hit Phosis with the wand, and then hit the wand with the Ring, and --" "And then hit the ring with Phosis, yes." Kitty nodded.

"Please forgive me," Harry pleaded. I crossed my arms, letting out a cold, humorless laugh. "Aren't you afraid that going back on your own curse will bring you bad karma?" I slammed the door in his face, but he refused to leave. "Stop being so petty. I already got rid of Violet. What else do you need me to do? You forgave me every other time. Why not this time? I was just playing around with those women. I never loved any of them. I only love you."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't get to know you. I'm sorry you died alone. I'm sorry for everything." I reached into the chest and touched the bones. They were cold. But beneath the chill, I felt something else: paper. I pulled it out. A scroll, ancient and yellowed, sealed with wax that cracked at my touch. My hands trembled as I unrolled it. The script was archaic, predating my father, the Council, anything I had ever encountered. Yet, I could read it. "The blood of the First Wolf cannot be destroyed. It can only be passed. From parent to child. From generation to generation. But when two half-bloods unite—when the broken blood joins with the broken blood—the First Wolf is reborn."

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

"The werewolf curse—it doesn’t activate on its own. It has to be triggered. And the trigger is... it’s killing someone." Her breath catches, and she looks away sharply, as if the words themselves sting. "No," she whispers, shaking her head. "It wasn’t like that. I didn’t mean to—" "Sofia," I say gently, leaning forward. "Whatever happened, it wasn’t your fault." Tears well in her eyes, and she covers her face with her hands. Her voice is broken when she speaks. "He was just a kid. He ran out into the street, and I... I didn’t see him in time. I tried to stop, but it was too late."

I say, taking a step backwards. "Rory," She calls, and I flinch. "For what it's worth, I really am sorry." I nod, walking out, steadying my breathes as I walk to the Living Room, see everyone sitted. "To break the curse fully, we need Alexandru, Lily and Rafe ofcourse, in a circle, holding eachother. We'll need the blood of the people you love the most, not to be Harry Potter-ish, but Love is the way to break this, the Ancestors casted the spell out of pure hatred, and with Love, we'll reverse it, actually, erase it."

We have to forgive those who do wrong in order to move forward in our own lives. I didn’t hear much of what else she had to say, my mind was too caught up in how many people actually do get hurt during high school, and how I was a large part of the problem until I met her. Morgan was my rescuer from myself. I would’ve never become the person that I was today, one who isn’t the player that I was so known to be. I owe her much more than I could ever give. I made sure I was the first to rise and begin the standing ovation that Morgan so much deserved. Her applause factor reached epic decibel levels. It took a good minute or so for everyone to get resettled so that we could finally end the eveni