Novel & Cerita How Many Unforgivable Curses Are There

she whispers, like she’s trying to process what that even means. “The curse hit them before we could get there. Marle’s influence had already taken root, and by the time we arrived... their Alphas, Betas, Lunas—they were all eliminated by their own pack members. That’s what the curse does; it makes them think they don’t need a leader.” Orion lets out a low curse, his fingers tapping a restless beat on the arm of the chair. “How many?” “Three,” I say, my voice flat. “SilentBane held out, but the rest… they’re gone.”

I asked him. “Kekeke! Seemed like you didn't get the logic, Cerina. Demon kings’ curses are very different from vampire mages' curses. Just like graces, demon kings’ curses have physical forms...” He stopped for a moment and snapped his fingers, showing me something in my vision. A small violet-colored ball just materialized above his opened palm. And there's a floating fox sign inside it.

Scrolls glowed faintly under runic wards; the air trembled with restrained force. Lucifer motioned for him to continue. “What else?” “Greed said the curse reacts to pure Chaos,” Caius replied. “She didn’t understand why, only that when her mark touched untainted chaos energy, it weakened." Allistair stilled. “My energy.” Caius nodded. “If you channel it precisely enough to cleanse, not consume, you might unravel the sigils one by one.” Lucifer's jaw set. "And if it backfires?"

—Methods of Unbinding Witch-Bound Curses— My pulse spiked. This was it. This was what I had been searching for. I leaned closer, elbows on the table, as if proximity alone might soften the truth. The ink beneath my gaze was sharper here, darker, as though written with warning rather than instruction. There are only three known conclusions to a witch-bound curse tied to a bonded pair. Three. I read the first line once. Then again. Then slowly—painfully—forced myself to keep going. One: The witch who cast the curse willingly breaks it.

“Stories that they have been given… special powers.” The wind screamed through the open balcony. “If you cannot control the situation,” Senika said softly, “find a way to destroy them.” Entirely. The cloaked figure swallowed. There was only one question left. He lifted his head just enough to speak. “…Which pack, my lord? The remaining Crescents?” For the first time since he had entered the hall— Senika turned. Those dead red eyes locked onto him. And smiled. “Both of them.” The words fell like a death sentence.

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."

I’ll drop him in an instant if necessary. “We’d have to check with the mystics to be sure,” he growls. “To find out if there was anyone else with such mastery. Ancient curses are something that’s only taught to the most gifted of the healers, a class Giselle herself didn’t fall into even with her skillset.” “Why is that?” “It’s dark magic, that’s why,” Arthur shouts from several stories above our heads. “A mastery in curses requires practicing such curses, which has been long banned in the coven. Only a few chosen souls ever get to learn such a subject and would be under strict supervision.”

“well, your father and I had an idea to announce before we were even trying for a child that we were expecting and a month later that we had lost the baby, which allowed us to have a baby and even if that child should be a daughter, since the world thought we had lost our first born you were our second born. We had spent countless days and nights to find out how to break the curse to only find out that Generational curses are difficult to break because they are mythologized in the family. When the original caster of a spell dies, the vast majority of the power behind that spell also dies in some but not all circumstances. This would mean that the first generation experiences the curse and po

“Is there a way to break it?” I blurted out. She was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, “There might be. But it would be nearly impossible.” My heart stuttered. “What do you mean?” “These kinds of curses can only be broken by destroying the original sources of power. When your ancestor performed the ritual, they would have used three specific artifacts as conduits. These artifacts would have absorbed the dark magic and become permanently linked to the curse.”

she snapped in annoyance as she helped herself up. "Jinx! You cast a spell on him and made him forget all that happened up till this evening!" "Huh! But I did nothing but place my hand over his head," Lucia said with a confused look. "That's why I said you are powerful! According to the history of the world of vampires, wolves, and witches, only six people have been able to perform a jinx successfully." "Really? And who are those?" Lucia asked with excitement. "The dark lord himself- Lucifer, the current heads of the wolves, witches and vampires, queen Jezebel and your father!"