Imperio Curse Novels & Stories

“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.”

“We have bigger problems. Two more packs have withdrawn their support. They’re saying the corruption proves we can’t maintain control, that the pack is cursed.” “It is cursed,” I said bitterly. “By Marcus’s ambition and whatever dark power he’s made a deal with.” “Then we need to break the curse,” Kael said. “Before it spreads beyond our borders.” I looked down at my hand, watching it heal impossibly fast. The corruption had tried to take root in me, I’d felt it. But my blood had rejected it, burned it away like my body was its own furnace of purification. “I can heal them,” I said. “All of them. But it will take time, and my blood.”

She picked him up and made him sit on her lap as he looked adoringly at him. "Yes, he was like you. He was the first hybrid and you're second. When he died some witches placed a curse on him. People say that witches cursed King Endor so that no hybrid could use it's true powers." Nora explained, Lucifer nodded his head and quipped his head up towards his mother and asked. "What curse, mother?" "That a hybrid won't be able to use it's two sides at the same time, like your great great grandfather, King Endor could use his werewolf side and vampire side simultaneously, but you won't be able to." Nora said, sorrow in her voice.

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

she bitterly smiled, “so my desire is my origin. What's with my parents, the ancestors, the ancient? What cause this suffering in my heart when I'm only want is live?” Her expression change greatly as she added, “Do I deserve it?” “Nonsense!” The voice vibrated, and the white fragment cause her pupils to shrink. “No one deserve such a thing. The curse is a price from the ancient, and it's nothing personal, lady.” Nuahanna shook violently. The white fragment came to her mind, causing her mind to spun. The way it spun, it revive the emotions in the deepest of her soul! Creeching, splashing and banging sounds filled her mind. Then the images so bright it daze her, and she vibrated herself. Her

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

“Fear and intimidation — with a hefty dose of dark magic — can make people do things they wouldn’t in other circumstances.” I blew out a long breath, my eyes scanning the necks of our hosts. I looked over at Lukas, who watched me as he sipped his wine. The large plate of food he made for himself was now empty in front of him, and his hand was brushing through the ends of my hair. “The curse,” I said finally, turning back to Alessia and Matthias. “How do we break it? Why did they use it on us? On you?” “The curse is to ultimately prevent marking each other,” Matthias spat. “Eris took my primal instinct to claim my mate as soon as possible and turned it against me.”

I mutter through clenched teeth. Elora’s head tilts slightly, violet eyes narrowing. Her demeanor shifts, a subtle change that I barely detect in time. “To break the curse, you must do more than complete tasks and collect…objects.” “What do you want?” I snap, repeating myself. “Dearest Ezra,” Elora’s fingers skim along my jawline, nails scratching at the scruff. “It’s simple, really. You must get the princess to fall in love with you—truly and deeply in love.”

But quiet, the way something goes quiet when it is confused by what it is being given, when the territory it is trained to exploit has been temporarily replaced by something it does not know how to use. Genuine remorse. The curse can use pride. It can use anger and jealousy and cruelty and the specific violence of wounded love. It cannot use genuine remorse because genuine remorse is not a weapon and the curse is a collection of weapons. I look at my son's open face in the mirror. I think about twenty-three years. I think about a grimoire and a candle and a night I have replayed ten thousand times, and I think about what it costs to love something you have broken, which is a cost I know well

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.