The Curse Of Saints Novels & Stories

But she know for once that Starvos would never ever hurt Dominic. “It’s a curse that is extremely rare. Until now there is no cure for it or a way to break them. It— it’s almost impossible to find a way to break the curse. The curse would slowly eat Dominic from the inside, making him suffer from unknown illness…” Rose’s voice broke as anger filled the back of her throat. She had to force herself to speak as though swallowing a bitter medicine. “That’s why he had been weaker physically.” “So all this time.. he’s bearing a curse?” Starvos slumped down to his chair feeling as though a heavy stone had been thrown to destroy his head. He couldn’t believe it.

“The Church is experimenting with relics of the Light. They say it purifies, but it kills. They forced us to hold the stones until our skin blistered, told us to confess before the burning reached the bone.” The room was still. Even the fire seemed to lower its crackle. “They’re looking for a way to cleanse,” he continued, voice steady. “Not through prayer, but through pain. They’re testing it on prisoners.” Lucien stood by the doorway, arms crossed. “Then their ‘Saint’ knows.” Cale’s lip curled faintly. “The Saint doesn’t know. Or she chooses not to.” Seraphina walked closer. “And what do you believe?” Cale looked at her for a long moment. “I believe they’ll come here next.”

Maria smiled and turned to leave. Just when she needed someone who would take the fall for her daughter, a savior appeared. Maria had already planned everything as soon as she saw Cara. She knows about the curse because she had ears inside the castle so, Cara had come to be used as a sacrificial bride in place of her daughter. A perfect meeting indeed.

And so was Stelle! Yes… Stella… or it should be Stelle. Stelle could also have been cursed to become a girl like him and Shane. But… they don't see how Stelle could be cursed. After all, Stelle is a timid boy unlike those who are playboys. So, why would Stelle be cursed for no reason? Stelle has a pure heart so he wouldn’t harm just anyone. He is so timid that he would even cry when he sees that someone has a bruise on their body. Still, as Shane said, it is really surprising that Stelle would be cursed like them. And thus the mystery of Stelle’s case. They just can’t figure out any kind of reason why such a kind-hearted child would be cursed. It really is the goddess’s fault!

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

tool for employment against the Council's magical sensors. "What is the curse? How did you get it?" "The curse is my gift," the man replied, his pain-stricken eyes locking onto Sama Arthur. "The Council, through their experiments in dark magic, attempted to subvert the natural order of my line. They sought to weaponize our healing. They wished to steal our gifts and use them as weapons. They sought to make a hybrid, a healer who could steal life instead of giving it. I was the first, and only, to defy. My essence, my soul, rebelled, and I was cursed. I became what I am: a living paradox. A healer who cannot heal himself, a man who cannot be detected." "And the Council left you for dead?" Di

“By the gods! What’s happening?” I dropped to my knees beside Darion, my healer’s instincts shoving everything else aside. I placed my hands on his burning skin, my magic reaching out to probe the sickness and what I felt made my blood run cold. “It’s a curse,” I whispered, pulling my hands back as if stung. “But not any witchcraft I know. This is… ancient and vile. It’s latched onto his soul and it’s feeding on his grief and his self-loathing. It’s eating him alive from the inside out.”

“A kill-switch.” “The moment they try revealing anything important, the curse activates and kills them.” Sylas let out another weary sigh. “It doesn’t matter how skilled our interrogators are.” “It doesn’t matter how quickly we catch them.” “They’re dead before they can tell us a single useful thing.” He ran a hand through his hair before continuing. “Unless we know exactly what kind of curse we’re dealing with, or somehow find a Saint or Apostle capable of removing it, keeping them alive won’t accomplish anything.”

Ying Yue said, "Sister told me that she will take the curse away from you!" Zhi Qiang inhaled sharply, his eyes widened in surprise. Yes, someone had placed a curse on him and it would activate on his 35th birthday. He had gone to Taoist and monks, they said someone had placed the curse the year before and the curse would only activate in the next year, on the day of his birth. The monks and Taoist said it was a vicious curse called, 'The Curse of Thousand Spirits'. It started when the day changed at 00.00 AM. As the day changed, thousand spirits would invade the body, destroying it from within.

“David, don’t listen to Cornelius’ nonsense. Although I don’t know anything about Sacred Saints, I know Pre-Saints and True Saints can’t do what he said, and they can’t know what’s going on anywhere at any time. They’re not omnipotent. The signal here is blocked and we’re at a remote place in the Central Sacred Continent. So, Cornelius’ family won’t know even if you kill him here.” Naturally, Alba was the one who said this. Cornelius wanted to destroy her and the Fellowes family, so how could she miss the opportunity to kill Cornelius? Plus, it was exactly as Alba said. Saints were not gods. “Alba, shut up!” Cornelius shouted angrily. He still had a small chance to live, but that b*tch Alba