Sonic Cursing Novels & Stories

The hoarse voice answer, till maintaining the low pitch. " Controlled? Hahaha. Trying to fool me " Marcus sarcastically retort back. " He isn't saying anything wrong Marcus .He was surely controlled .Didnt I tell you I would rule over him and you .Just wait some more."the cold voice ended the stance with a laugh, causing Marcus to froze in his thoughts. " Fire.." Marcus tried to call the later one. " Hahahha. Checking for me." The cold voice told with sudden playfulness. " Fire is cursed .The cursed which would destroy you , Marcus .Destroy you."

I stepped back out into the corridor and the doors closed behind me. For approximately four seconds it was quiet. Then the arguing started. I could hear it clearly through the wood, multiple voices going at once, the tall man's being the loudest. I stood with my back against the wall beside the door, arms folded, and listened to every word with great interest. They were afraid of me. Most of them. That came through clearly even through the muffled door. They were using words like reckless and dangerous and what were you thinking. One of them said the word curse twice.

“Serene! Why won’t you help your own blood?!” My roar split the night in two, tearing from my throat like something feral and wounded. The sound echoed across the clearing, flung back at me by the indifferent sky. I glared up at the swollen moon until my vision swam, my fists clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. “I shouldn’t have to suffer for a curse you let happen! I shouldn’t be the one punished for your mistakes!”

I felt like I was in one of those nature documentaries that was unfiltered and very violent. “Fuck!” I look to Marcus who had cursed out of frustration. He and the last few of his rogues that have not fought yet had no choice but to fall back. Marcus glares to me with yellowish glowing eyes of anger. He points to me before speaking once again. “This isn’t over human. We’ll be back for you, so watch your back.”

It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity. With each step forward, the groans and yells mingle with the howling wind, a cacophony of torment and defiance. The pain intensifies, but I push through, fueled by a burning resolve. Each communication, whether a groan or a yell, is a testament to my unyielding spirit. I am Marcus, the cursed and demon Lycan, and I will not be silenced by this agony. I will fight until my last breath, searching for a way to break free from the clutches of this curse.

“I curse you. If you have gotten on a plane, may the plane crash, if you have gotten on a ship, may the ship sink, if you have gotten on a bus, may you get into an accident! I curse you to a miserable death!” Warren got more furious as he cursed Caleb. He picked up the glass on the table and smashed it on the ground, venting all his dissatisfaction.

I’m so—* The crack came. Loud. Horrible. Final. My old body went limp. Sound cut out for a second. No heartbeat. No breath. Just… absence. Lucian’s howl tore through the clearing a heartbeat later. Raw. Wrecked. He let go. Stumbled back, staring at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. They did. The curse slunk back like a satisfied predator leaving bones behind. Inside his head, he collapsed in that mental cage, sobbing in a way I’d never heard from him.

“Please… Cassian… I need to cum… it hurts…” He leaned down, lips brushing my ear as he pumped his fingers faster. “Beg prettier, little cursed girl. Tell me how badly your pussy needs its exorcist.” “I need you,” I whimpered, nails digging into his back. “My cunt is aching for you. The curse is burning me alive. Please let me cum on your fingers…” He curled his fingers perfectly against my G-spot, pushing me right to the edge again — then stopped completely, withdrawing his hand and leaving me empty and throbbing.

Slowly, I made my way to the kitchen, stopping at the corner so I could listen in. The deep voice rang out again. “Jesus, Ric. Are you ever gonna answer your fucking phone? So fucking rude, man, I swear. I’m your…” he trailed off. I heard him gag. Alaric cursed. “Throw up on my fucking floor, Nolan, and I swear to fucking god, I will fucking kill you.” Okay… First of all, I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard Alaric curse that much in one sentence before. And second… Who on earth was that?

No way to clean this up in time. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."