Spider-man Curse Novels & Stories

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

Ella asked, reaching out for her sister. Celene shooed her head, “The curse…it's taken effect… we need to complete the mating ritual…I need to mate with him.” “What?” Alex blinked, “what are you talking about?” “We need to hurry.” Celene insisted, “Although I brought Mondrian back, the curse was never broken. He is on borrowed time.” Alex's face paled, and Ella’s eyes widened. “Celene, Can't this wait, Christoff is still in the loose—”

She said, peering into my eyes, and I could see a glint of tears in her eyes. “We will, I can guarantee you that,” I said, glancing at Zahir before I left with Hikari and Morfan. I had left behind my spy butterfly to monitor them. It was all on Venus now. Curses had a weakness — they were parasites. They could either remain stuck to a person or a thing. Zahir had placed individual curses on all escape routes. Those didn’t really care about what the other curses were commanded to do. So even if they saw Venus escape through that window, they would be the least bothered.

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

“You’re trying to scare me into giving up. Carter’s not—he’s not that monster.” The Wizard leaned forward, the firelight casting shadows across the lines of his face. “The mark that binds him—the sigil—it connects their souls. It doesn’t just link them, Charlie. It is them. The Wicked is not a separate being wearing Carter’s skin. He is Carter, just... consumed by what the curse makes of him.” I stared at him, heart pounding so hard it hurt. “So what? You’re saying this is all fate? That he’s doomed no matter what we do?”

“I thought the Moon Wolf Spring would cure the curse in you, Dominic. Why isn’t it gone yet? It just healed your injuries.” Tears started to run down my face as I looked at him with despair in my eyes. I couldn’t understand what I was feeling at that moment. I was more disappointed because it only felt as if nothing had happened. I looked at the dark veins that were spreading from his arm right to his chest, and it was just becoming so much worse; it terrified me. “The old man.” He cupped my face and then forced me to stare into his eyes. “You heard him tell you that the origin of the curse is in the Wolf Tomb, right?”