Imperio Curse Novels & Stories

Niniane said with a nod. "How was Ravana cursed?" Layla asked curiously. "By the first chosen. With his last breath, he gave Ravana exactly what he wanted. An immortal life, but with a few ultimatums. He would never see the sunlight again and he must drink the blood of others to sustain his immortality. So, the first vampire was born. But instead of being given the blessing of creating healers, all he would be able to bring to this earth was more death." Layla was silent as she took in Ninian's words.

"They were relic-bound. Curse-souls, scraps of ancient battles, locked beneath the earth by the first flame-callers. But something — or someone — breached the seal." Krishna touched the talisman hidden under her cloak. "Perfera." Ignatius nodded darkly. "And once shattered, the relics don't only release the monsters. They nourish them." "On what?" she asked, although she already knew. "On emotion," Ignatius replied. "Desire. Sorrow. Resentment. The blacker it becomes within the people's hearts, the more potent the curse grows. It spreads like fire through weakness. Doubt. Fury."

I motioned for the guards to take him. “You’ll hear from my Alpha!” he grumbled as the guards dragged him out of the room. The silence that followed was pure bliss, and it made me smile as I watched the rest of the elders’ faces—their mouths hanging open in shock at my audacity. “So, where were we?” I asked, staring at their tensed faces. Nobody wanted to talk now. “Should I loosen your tongues?” “Alpha King,” an elder from my own pack finally spoke, “the curse is getting worse by the day.”

Amy said "Usually I would have denied you but since I need revenge from a dark angel as well for killing Mason hence I will give you the angel blade. However, you know the rule. It's always give and take." Amy sighs "What you need gabby?" : "Well I need to cast a spell on a person who insulted me and for that, I need to create a perfume and I will need a tear of that person." "Why you need to cast a spell," Amy asked curiously "Well. I liked her and wanted to date her. But she insulted me stating I am ugly. So I want to prepare love perfume to make her fall in love with me and for that, I need her tears."

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

From the corner of my eye , I could see Conan shaking his head in disappointment . Whatfreakingever . It wasn't his reputation , respect and admiration on the line , it was mine . I didn't want to feel worthless shit , if I lost this challenge . And nor did I want to taint the pristine, taint free reputation of Bella . If I was gonna drag her down with me , I wanted to make sure everyone knew that it was the devil that dragged the Angel down to hell .. and it wasn't the Angel who fell for the devil and succumbed to hell .

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Elder Rue said again, those words irritating Nyxoria, "she is just eight years old and she cannot rule us, I refuse to let a little child, a murderer, rule over me." "She has the mark of the Obsidian Sigil of Liora, and whoever puts the crown on his or her head forcefully will die immediately, you of all people should know that Elder Rue, except she uses her hands to place the crown on whoever she wants then that person is free from death, you know that's the curse from Liora and the only one the crown won't affect is the emperor except you want him to rule all of us." The fourth Elder of the Storm clan, Julian, said. He was the oldest and the rest of the clans respect him and his words.