Imperio Curse Novels & Stories

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

"So can't the curse be lifted?" "Yes, but don't worry about that. Worry about training, so that you can control your gifts at will. I will be drilling you like a Sergeant." "Aunty, I may not be an empath, but I know what you are doing. Tell me what you know about lifting the curse." "Ah! I can't hide anything from you these days. It is said that the curse will lift once the Chosen One and the 7th daughter of Helios, complete their mating bond."

“Why not? Because I would like you to prove how loyal you are to him, when you and your little curse is weed out.” Miles flinched at that comment. He thought that she must be joking for no one knows about him and his objectives. This woman is just trying to scare him. Eric frowned at Ruby’s comment. The curse was put forth about ten years ago, and it was summoned to weaken the Dragon Empire. No one have been able to find the culprit. “You better not regret it. For I am a high magician, and also an energy level seven.” “And?” said Ruby who didn’t flinch at his threat.

“I killed your father. And I will kill you too.” The curse she unleashed was nothing like the others. Not a stream. Not a configuration designed for efficiency. Something massive and singular, the kind of working that required everything — her full power, her complete concentration, twenty years of building toward this moment expressed in one devastating release. It hit me like a wall. The immunity engaged — and I felt it, genuinely felt it this time, the Royal Wolf running every available channel at maximum, the hybrid Lycan strength behind it, everything I was thrown against everything Vivian had built across two decades—

You are qualified as a Primordial Evil, an enemy of all life and death, a being of aberrant proportions that has set the Galaxy into a crisis! Special Effect: Instill automatic fear in all beings who are not your direct subordinates or are qualified as allies or family. Your Stat Growth and cultivation speed are hastened by 200%. "I see- Eh? Wait, it comes with benefits?" What?! How could it be possible for a Curse to include benefits! Chaos was perplexed. It seemed that… something was wrong with this Curse. Did… Was the curse badly done? Or… maybe something else happened? Or being so evil makes you grow stronger faster? It was truly a mystery!

Daimon barked, his voice booming. “I want to see the fear in their eyes. I want to watch Alex crumble as I take everything from him”. The army quickened its pace, their monstrous footsteps shaking the earth like an unrelenting storm. Daimon’s body still felt the effects of the curse-breaking ritual. His strength wasn’t fully restored, and black blood still occasionally dropped from the corners of his mouth. But his rage overshadowed his weakness. He spat onto the ground, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

But now I understand. Her blood weakened Lucian’s curse. That’s why he’s changing. That’s why he’s growing stronger. And I… I remember something else. A passage in an old book I once stole from the palace archives. The mate’s blood cures. The impostor’s blood condemns. I move quickly. There’s no time to lose. If I can taint the perfume Lucian uses daily...if I can replace her blood with mine...I might be able to trigger the curse again. Then he’ll see she’s dangerous. He’ll remember who truly understands him.

The hybrid strength that had made him nearly invincible was being sucked into the floor. "Lucian?" Aradaa stepped forward, clutching his stomach. The baby kicked, a frantic, heavy thrum. "What’s happening to him?" "The curse." Kaelor shifted back to human, his naked skin covered in fresh sweat and old grime. He didn't move toward his brother. He stayed between Lucian and Aradaa. "It drinks the stolen parts. It’s taking the Queen’s power back. And everything else with it." "Help me." Lucian reached out a hand. The fingers were long, skeletal needles now. The skin was peeling away in gray flakes, drifting into the air like soot. "Kaelor. It burns. Everything... it's all going dark."

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

"I fear I am destined to be bound to your incompetence forever." His words struck me like a physical blow, the mention of our binding curse causing me to step back involuntarily. I had placed my trust in that curse, relying on it to enforce his obedience, to ensure that he followed my every command. But now, faced with his defiance, I couldn't help but question its power. My eyes widened, searching his face for answers. "I... I've relied on the curse to keep you in line," I stammered, my voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of desperation. "To ensure that you obey my commands. But if you've defied me, if you've gone against my wishes... then why hasn't the curse activated?" Doubt consume