Harry Potter Unforgivable Curse Novels & Stories

It pulsed faintly, carrying death deeper into his body with every heartbeat. Vivian let out a broken sob. Viktor went utterly still beside me. We all knew what it was. A Death Curse. Irreversible to wolves. Final. Merciless. The blood drained from my face. My hands, which had healed countless wounds and snatched many from the edge of death, felt suddenly useless. I looked at Viktor, and I did not need to speak. He saw the truth in my eyes. I could not save him. Vivian’s scream tore through the night. She gathered Andrei’s head into her lap and rocked him desperately, tears pouring down her face.

“His eyes had a pink tinge to them but that’s it.” “Are you sure?” She questioned. “Close your eyes and think. Is he wearing something out of the ordinary? Something you had never seen before?” “No. I did find the love spell here.” I flipped to the page and showed her, but she was shaking her head. “That isn’t a love spell. It’s an infatuation spell. It makes the one cursed become unhealthily attached to the speller to the point of murder. If the cursed ever find the one that cursed them with someone else. Or goddess forbid they have a child, and the child starts to take precedent for them, then they can go on a rampage.”

“Undo the curse, or die knowing that every soul you manipulated will be avenged.” I looked up at him, her eyes blazing with hatred. “Killing me will do nothing to the curse. Harold will suffer, whether I live or die.” He was quiet for a while, his gaze searching my face. “Then may your death bring him peace.” No no no! That’s impossible! They can’t kill me. “Think about my offer, Norman! It’s the best…you’ll never..” “Enough!” He screamed. “Enough! Since you can’t undo the curse, I have nothing to say to you…”

Hahaha- The voice laughed maniacally in Maverick's head. "Keep laughing, boy. I will make your life a living hell!" Maverick smirked. "This spell will never be broken unless you meet the right person, at the right time, in the right place. Only that person could help you. If you never meet him/her, then, you're doomed to spend your life, bounded with the curse forever. Being humiliated, powerless, and in despair. Until you thought nothing, but want to take your own life as a means to escape this torturous life. I took your memory, your power, and your connection with that person. Good luck in finding your salvation, little boy."

The Seven crying to their mother about how mean the AOD was and Daniel in chains watching as Lucifer tortured Elizabeth. So with that in mind, Daniel quickly got up and made his exit. It was late, the sun had already gone down and the stars were making their appearance in the sky. It was a full moon tonight, Daniel found himself staring at it, it was a full moon the night that Lust cursed him the first time. The thought only angered him more. He pulled out the pocket list of the damned to check if Abigail's name had been removed yet. But it was still there, in bright red letters. Why? Daniel was under the impression that the name was already removed. Surely this was a mistake.

~IVY~ You miss school for one day, just one day and you come back to find out that some third year students almost transported the entire academy to another realm by unleashing an unknown portal. And this is not the only thing that happened. Apparently, two teachers had a public confrontation. One slapped the other, and the other almost used the Infringement Spell on her. The infringement spell is a spell that is prohibited both in the academy and paranormal world due to it's brutality. Yet she was willing to use it on a fellow teacher, and now she's been sacked.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Dust motes dance in the feeble light that filters through tattered curtains, and the air holds the scent of forgotten memories. My wolf whines, baring its teeth at the familiar foyer. I ignore it, moving deeper into the house. As I move through the rooms, my fingers trace the dusty furniture that has once been the backdrop to my childhood. I shove away the memories, focusing only on those that matter. He had been obsessed with breaking the curse. And now I might finally do what he had never been able to. All I needed was to figure out how to make her fall in love with me. All without falling myself. The witch had said nothing about me, after all.

I try to focus on taking deep breaths to stop the misery from overflowing, trying to control my emotions, but they weren’t willing to be tamed. “I don’t think we should be here,” Theo voices after a moment, no doubt feeling a seed of anger begin to grow through my veins. I curl my toes in my shoes, a failed effort at cementing myself in this position. It’s a failed effort to control myself as the torment bloomed, my emotions mixing to trigger a deadly effect, threatening the lives of everyone here. “He’ll be here soon,” I reply through my labored breaths. “Just a few more minutes.”

I demanded. “Precisely. We usually say the body dies, and the soul lives on, but with this curse, you crush the soul, leaving the body intact. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses that witches aren’t allowed to use because the pain is excruciating. The pain incapacitates the body, like paralyzing you, and then slowly and painfully the soul dies inside and there is nothing you can do.” she answered. “And how long does it last?” Dad asked, looking pale.