Sonic Cursing Novels & Stories

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Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”

“I—” “You fucking cunt!!!!”

“This is not how the old scrolls said it would feel!” His shoulders shook, not from emotion, but from revulsion. The sacred kiss of binding… tasted like vending machine coffee and exhaustion. It was truly, officially, the worst moment of his eternal life. Theo was still hunched over the trash bin, wiping his mouth and muttering ancient curses under his breath when a loud bang shuddered the entire office. The door slammed open with the force of a divine trial. “SELENA?!” Ericka’s voice rang through the room like a war cry.

The words fell like a death sentence. “The Crescents that linger…” Senika said quietly. A pause. “And yours.”

he asked, his voice laced with concern. Jessica remained silent, unable to speak through her sobs. Marcus reached out and took her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Please, trust me. You can tell me anything," he said, his voice soothing. After a few minutes, Jessica took a deep breath and looked up at Marcus. "I'm cursed," she whispered. Marcus's mouth fell open in shock. "Cursed? What do you mean?" he asked. Jessica took another deep breath before continuing. "I have this curse that makes me unable to control my sexual urges. Whenever I feel horny, I lose control, and I can't stop myself," she explained, her voice trembling.

He’s still standing. And he did what he came to do. As he pushes himself up, legs barely holding, the words slip out of him like a curse: “Fucking Lycans.” He spits the blood from his mouth and limps out of the chamber, not bothering to look back.

“Fight it!” His nails scraped the stone, his body convulsing as though every bone wanted to shatter. Elder Mbeki’s voice boomed. “By the Alpha’s blood, by the pack’s law, by the bond of kinship betrayed, let the curse be broken!” The air cracked like thunder. Marcus howled, a sound not wholly his own, layered with something darker. Black ichor spilled from his mouth, thick and foul-smelling, pooling on the altar before vanishing in a hiss of smoke.

"It's not like I'm going to die of underwear poisoning—" "That can happen, you know," "Again, vampire," he said mirthlessly. "Flaming freak, different from vampire, dickhead," I scoffed. Note, I was cursing. I never curse because somehow, I end up in pain. I discreetly looked around, as if to make sure Maribeth and the others wouldn't pop out of nowhere and try to hit me. "Oh yeah?"

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?