Imperio Curse Novels & Stories

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

She sat back down in the chair she had been sitting in and offered Jasmine the seat. Jasmine looked between us as if we had caught her with her hands in the cookie jar. She was frightened. I knew Emily's approach must have been a firm one. She always did that to make a 'boss impression' as she called it. "Did I do something wrong?" Jasmine asked, rubbing her hands together and lowering her head to avoid our eyes. "No. But my dear brother has something to ask you," Emily answered. Jasmine's beautiful chocolate brown eyes locked on me as she lifted her head up. I remained silent, which made me earn a dreadful look from Emily.

Yet, those eyes appeared to be a color of the sky and the Alpha saw such that after blinking his eyes. “I may say you haven't find what you searching for. Am I right, Exalted One?” stated as emphasis the curiousity in voice, but for some unknown reason, a certainty. “Though that expected, you know, the Curse Mountain distant her will to its people, especially to someone like you who has a bloodline that was strengthened the sealed of the Mountain itself, bounding it to never rise to prominence.” There a hint of malice to the voice that was spoken, as if giving a like of which a meds of realization to the Alpha alone.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

"In my pack, dark curses are never spoken of because it was unusual for us to even encounter normal grades. But I thought with Sawyer's parents being involved with warlocks…" "So why don't you ask him?" "You said it yourself, he's under a lot of pressure." Katia paused and then agreed. "What do you want to know?" "How to break a song curse." "You can't." "Can't? As in never?" Katia shifted her weight. "Well, it's virtually impossible." "Why's that?" "Because you have to kill the giver. And depending how strong they are—which if they're delivering a dark curse, they're likely stronger than anything you've seen—then, it'll be one h*ll of a fight."

“I have told you repeatedly. Don't put your feelings on Addy. But, you stayed stubborn and now look ... look what happened to you. Now you can feel the curse beginning to flow in your blood!” “What do you mean, Uncle?" Bashiri certainly doesn't understand what the brother is talking about. “When Denward's bloody Omega is rejected by the dominant Alpha from the Archelius clan, the curse will immediately activate. Irine will feel a continuous feeling of destruction, feeling useless, and low. It is that feeling of heartbreak that will continue to eat away at Irine's soul and, worse, it will lead to insanity,” he explained at length, looking sadly at his daughter. He approached Irine and hugged

"I need to run in my wolf form." Kamil nodded in response and pressed the start button. He drove out of the royal garage. The garage leads outside the left side of the castle. Percy was angry about the marriage announcement but at the same time, he was glad that he was getting married to the daughter of his enemy. It was a great way to avenge his mother. He was going to make life unbearable for the girl until she dies on their wedding night according to the curse. It was the perfect plan.

"You love to be feared, Vergil? You shall be feared by all. You think you need no one? You shall have no one." She stepped closer, her silver boots stopping inches from my trembling hands. "From this night forward, you are cursed," she decreed. "You will not age. You will not die. You will watch your empire crumble into dust, and the centuries will wash your name away until you are nothing but a ghost story. You will possess absolute power, but it will bring you no joy. You shall have beautiful women lusting for you but unable to touch you. you will have sire no heirs because you will never be able to touch a women ever again."

This time, it actually worked. I became bound to her. Anything that could harm her body would be transferred to me and amplified a hundred times over. In my last life, she used that power to become rich. But not long after I died, the flowers lost their effect. She was quickly replaced by other streamers, and her popularity crashed. With no other options, she started faking eating content, but obsessive fans exposed her. Some extreme followers kidnapped her and forced gallons of pepper-infused liquid down her throat. She died on the spot.

The Codex burns hot in my hand. “Luca!” Amara’s voice cuts through the haze. “Drop it!” I let go—and the heat dies. Valeria steps closer, unscathed, smiling. “Now you understand. The curse is alive.” Amara My heart slams against my ribs as she kneels beside the spilled blood, dipping her fingers in it. “You see?” she whispers. “Every empire bleeds for its sins. Yours just happens to start with love.” “Enough,” I growl.