Sonic Cursing Novels & Stories

The sound came from the throat of the younger version of myself; it wasn't entirely mine, but the wolf was buried deep within me. "Don't touch me!" cried the younger version of myself. The earth trembled. The moon grew dim. Silver light flared in my little palms. Nevertheless, John stretched out and touched my wrist with his fingertips. He was knocked to the ground by an explosion of magic. I was no longer moving when my mother yelled my name. My wolf was there. With a voice as brilliant as lightning, the child exclaimed, "I curse you." "Pain will welcome you like a hound if you use her."

I growled and returned to the living room, where I played I Could Care Less by DevilDriver on the hi-fi, somehow hoping to hasten her departure from the apartment. "Every time you say my name, my own reflection just burns," came the singer's voice over the speaker, accompanied by drums and a guitar melody that immediately took off. I mentally pushed the thought of Tate and what he was probably doing right now I clenched my jaw, took a good smoke of those great riffs just to be sure, and went back to the bedroom door. I folded my arms across my chest, propped my shoulder against the fur, and looked at the girl who didn't even reach Tate's ankles. Fuck it. I am cursed and will probably die alo

"That's right! Freedom of speech!" "You're punishing us! This is abuse of power!"

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

Then suddenly, "Traitor!" Lucas cried, his voice echoing through the room. The others took up the cry, their voices swelling into a deafening roar. "Traitor!" they screamed, stamping their feet and shaking their fists. "Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!" The shouts and accusations seemed to pierce my heart like sharp knives. I tried to cover my ears, but the sound was overwhelming. Daniel's gaze was cold and unyielding, and I felt like a helpless victim under his scrutiny. The crowd was bearing down on me, their voices growing louder and louder, and I felt like I was going to collapse under the weight of their condemnation.

With a swift, deliberate motion, I spat directly onto his face, the act a visceral declaration of my disgust and loathing. "Screw you, Lucien,” I snarled, venom dripping from my voice. “I loathe you.” His eyes widened in shock, but his furrowed brows betrayed a flicker of concern. “I hate you so much, I wish the curse consumes you, that you suffer a death so agonizing, so merciless, that nothing – not gods, not magic, not even the most powerful witch– can save you,” I spat, tears streaming down my face as I hurled the words at him like daggers. “May the moon goddess herself forsake you, may your death be a slow, torturous march into eternal darkness, and may the curse be your eternal shroud.

“Do not fear, Laura. All great struggle demands sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?!” I tried to ask. But Miguma launched herself into the air, kicking Melody so hard her face snapped sideways. Miguma screamed a spell that made the entire desert tremble. “ICKPE DESTRUYUM LEOTAR EUTHANASIÁ!” A curse of gods. A killing spell. Melody’s eyes widened. “No—dedi—“ Her counter spell never finished. Lightening fell like the wrath of the heavens. “KRRRZZAATTT—!!”

he murmured, breath fanning across my face. I looked up at the lycan in confusion. He had to be bipolar. I had questions. I needed answers, primarily about what the fuck was wrong with him. My lips parted, ready to speak, but my mouth was covered by his, swallowing down the words I was about to say. “Mine,” Isaac purred against my lips, so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. The word shook me to my core. It was all I needed to hear to crumble under his touch, making a different four letter word reverberate around my brain.

just calm down okay? "I can't sir, it's obvious somthing is wrong" "I told you I am fine" "I have been with you all my life sir, I have fought and bled with you, I think I know when something is wrong. if you want me to calm down you would have to tell me what Is happing else I would not be able to" I could hear the conviction and determination in his voice, he was as stubborn as I was if not even more "wait, is it the curse!?" his voice suddenly became low in a whisper as he spoke about the curse, he probably did not want anyone hearing it.

> Cassius said, agitated before stumbling, unable to stand up. That’s when the crow flapped its wings and launched a shock wave before a telepathic voice resonated inside the Evanson’s mind! Her sarcastic tone as she laughed at them from inside their heads was so humiliating!