The Three Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

Fresh tears blurred the words. “Do not tell him the truth.” “He will never believe you.” “The curse began three hundred years ago.” “Every man who truly loves a woman born with our blood…” ”…will slowly surrender his life.” ⸻ A tear landed on the page. The ink blurred slightly. ⸻ “The first kiss marks him.” “The second weakens him.” “The third binds his soul.” “After the seventh…” The sentence ended abruptly. The rest of the page had been burned away. ⸻

A few hours earlier… When Zephyr summoned the warlock God and stated his request, he asked for an irreversible curse. “I want to cast a curse on my stepbrother, Alpha King Alexander, so that he could never find his mate, nor could his mate sense a bond with him. This curse must persist through all his future lives,” Zephyr described with determination. “Are you absolutely certain? Once granted, this wish cannot be undone,” cautioned the Warlock God, Zythorath.

he whispered, “is the Curse of the First Luna.” A chill shot through me. “The… what?” He raised his eyes to meet mine—full of sorrow. “It is a curse older than the packs themselves. A curse placed upon those who rewrite destiny. Those who shift the fate written by the Moon Goddess.” I blinked at him, stunned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled shakily. “Charlotte… every time someone alters destiny or breaks the natural path, they pay with their soul. The crescent mark… it represents the countdown.”

He loved hurting me. "Bitch bit me." John snorted. "Those little puppy teeth did that? Pathetic. But we can't have the puppy nipping. Hosanna, say sorry." I kept my mouth firmly shut. I almost died from the beating that followed. It was days before I woke up, according to the handful of other omegas the pack kept locked up here. I was almost disappointed I hadn't died. My acts of defiance only aroused the pack or got me hurt, but never so bad that I could escape the torture of life. I healed very slowly, probably at the same rate a human would. My condition was so dismal that the best my supernatural healing could do was keep me alive.

I frowned, “Why the third?” “Because she was the only one willing to break the rules for them. She was banished from the most powerful coven for tapping into black magic, where the other two ruled supreme. She wanted revenge and saw the creation of these beasts as a chance to get revenge for her banishment,” he replied, “so with her powers and the blood of the two power Alphas, it was all fused to create the original dark, blood magic.” I turned away, nodding to myself, “Okay and is there a cure for what they have done?”

The entire pack is dead C. The curse is broken To break the curse requires three things: 1. The death of the one who carries it (Liam) 2. The sacrifice of the Cycle-born's remaining lives 3. The Alpha's blood to seal the break I cannot do this. I cannot kill my son. I cannot demand someone sacrifice themselves. And I cannot ask Kharo to bleed for my mistakes. I have failed. This is my legacy. I set down the journal, my hands numb.

He knew he got the curse, there was a reason they were called demonic. The same placenta was believable. Same sac was also believable but same wolf was something very strange. Growing up, they shared the same wolves and his brothers heard the same voices but his was different, although the same wolf but the voice at the back of his mind was very different from the rest. The anger was different, the reaction to things was different. One time when Ezra was angry because their father wouldn’t allow him to have his favorite bike, Ezra fell asleep peacefully but it was him who got angrier by the minutes, acting out for nothing. Since then he knew he was the curse, he was broken, unhinged.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Shelaine faked a cough before she answered. "There are two kinds of curses; the sacred curse and the mortal’s curse. Like what you've said, the sacred curse is given by the gods. Any curse that is given by the gods are considered as sacred even when they would cause danger. Like what you've said again, it is only given to people who have sinned greatly or the fruit of that sin. Mortal’s curse is given by normal people like us who can cast curses to inflict pain to others. These two have a big difference in effect since sacred curses are made by gods and mortal curses are only made by humans," Shelaine explained lengthily that only made Luna roll her eyes. Her thought was right. She'd never t

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"