Imperio Curse Novels & Stories

"Wasn't it because you held back that I wasn't injured?" Imperious sneered, "I always use my full strength no matter what. If I didn't beat you up badly, I wouldn't stop." Those words made Chad shiver with fear. He secretly thought, 'The world of the Mystics is indeed full of surprises.' However, Imperious asked, "Let me ask you—what would you do if I insisted on killing you?" Chad smiled bitterly, saying, "I have a berserk pill inside me, which can temporarily enhance my strength—"

But this time I wont let him do that . “You would regret , Marcus “ he declared . “ U left with me no option .” I frustrated yelled at him . “ It’s the curse , its not my fault . U cant do this with me . I want my mate .” He yelled back . “ I don’t care Fire . I don’t . We are alpha and we need to think of pack . Before the curse changes you fully . “ I said trying to calm him down and reason him . And that’s when I heard him laughing maniacally . “Do u think , u can control me . Just few days and I would take over “ he said mockingly .Making me shock to the core . This wasn’t the Fire I knew . It’s the curse speaking again .

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.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

He slammed his fist on the table, making me jump. I feigned puzzlement, mirroring his expression. "I know, I was just as shocked when I discovered the truth. But think about it, Marquis. The empress's only claim to the throne is her ability to produce an heir without succumbing to the curse like so many before her. If word gets out that the curse is broken, she'll be stripped of her title and cast aside like a used rag." Marionette's eyes widened, her voice trembling with excitement. "That's right! The empire would never stand for it. Hazem Empire would be seen as cruel and unjust, allowing so many innocent brides to die in vain."

And I am you’’ ---- On the mount Miragin, Zaru is still there holding his head in pain, his distress didn’t leave him and just worsen up, and together with him, Lux fierre in his newborn human form bawling, they both appears to have been inflicted with the same curse. The minim, Imimu-Zaru, Lord over memories and the past, is fighting against a curse that eats up memory of the before. He enters a closed-door war, facing up an invisible enemy and his mind is the battlefield.

‘So the curse is getting worse,’ I conclude. His responding nod is very tired. ‘Yes. The change in the curse comes for all of us. All of the immortals I’ve mentioned, including myself, chose to honour the curse and thereby elevate our immortality. But we didn’t have to. We had another choice. We could have fought the curse, fought our immortality, and remained weaker for it, but more easily sustained. The choice was ours, and it will be yours and Scintilla’s as well: if you reject the curse, you will also be rejecting your immortality. You will not be nearly as powerful as you could be, as you deserve to be, unless you embrace the curse. Do you understand?’

“Then… they had the Elder return it to the sacred burial ground. The Amadeus cemetery. A cursed relic, buried at the heart of the pack’s ancestral resting place. That act—that single act—triggered everything.” I feel lightheaded. Fury rolls off Dominicus in silent, suffocating waves. His fists clench on the table, knuckles pale. Eleanor’s eyes meet mine. “One thing you should understand about curses,” she begins, her voice steady but grim, “is that the stronger the victim, the harder it is to curse them. And the Amadeus wolves—” she glances at Dominicus “—were the strongest there were.” She pauses for emphasis.

“Don’t ask too many questions. It’ll be quick.” “Okay.” Concern still tightened my features when she walked out of the door. I got up on my feet. “Ren, open up!” I knocked on Ren’s door two doors next to mine. He quickly opened as if he was about to get out. “What’s wrong?” “What’s the effect of Imperium?” “How do you know about that?” He looked concerned. “Just fucking answer me.” I widened my eyes at him. “Dilated pupils and you pretty much know instantly once you see it on someone. He can be distracted or too focused when controlled.”

Nara looked at Gil in anguish, noticing how her golden glow slowly faded and was replaced by an ominous shadow. Her eyes filled with determination as she approached her daughter and examined her closely. "The curse affecting our Alpha is taking hold of Gil," Seraphim explained in a firm voice. "It is an ancestral curse that has been passed down through your link of halves, my Alpha. I feared this might happen, but I didn't expect it to be so soon." Seraphim felt a lump in his throat as he watched his daughter struggle against the evil forces that enveloped her. Worry was reflected on his face.