Novel & Cerita The Three Unforgivable Curses

“Page 34.” “Key topic: Classification of curses—” “Page 79.” “The introduction to celestial curses—” “Page 11.” “History and myths of curses—” “Can water dragons cure a curse?” “No. They only slow it down. A curse from an immortal to another immortal is incurable, and the only way to lead to an immortal’s demise. The most water dragons can do is slow down its effect. That is, only if they give their blood willingly. If taken by force, the blood will fasten the effects of the curse.”

Of all the order of witches, only the Marins and two other clans had agreed, the rest refusing to pick a side. "And when the werewolves narrowly won the war, the witches abandoned to face the wrath of the vampires, Amarinth's descendants who survived the massacre began to wonder if they had made a mistake by ridding the supernatural community of the hybrids, and allying with the weaker species like their ancestor did.So they sought to undo that which they did, but could not find the elements, discovering a horrible truth instead. The cursed hybrids could wield the fire, but with dire consequences to their memory and mind. Many of the hybrids as a result did not live past their third decade,

He had tried, during the third reading, and failed. After the birth of the heir, the human bride's life force would be claimed by the original curse as final payment. The curse would take her quietly, over the hours following the birth, drawing back what it considered a debt. The counter-curse could delay this. It could not prevent it. The Covenant witness had known. Seraphel had deliberately built in a final clause designed to ensure the Fenwick line paid in full. The heir would live, the curse would break, and the human woman who had made it possible would not survive to see it.

Her untimely demise came just one day after our union, a tragic consequence of the curse that had befallen my family. As a result of my father's impulsive choices, our family endured the wrath of a malevolent witch. She inflicted a curse upon me, the eldest son, rendering me incapable of experiencing any emotional connection or attraction towards my destined partner. While others feel the unmistakable sparks of love and desire, I would perceive her as nothing more than an ordinary wolf passing me by. Initially, we believed this to be the sole extent of the curse, and I resigned myself to this fate, convinced that I didn't require a true mate in my life. The curse's impact on my emotions was

“Yes.” Azar exhaled long and deep. “I vote no.” Three eyes turned toward him. “Why?” Zev asked. “Because curses don’t break chains. They make new ones,” Azar said darkly. “And if we’re not careful, we won’t be holding the leash — we’ll be kneeling to him.” The silence that followed was heavy. “But the majority has spoken,” Azar added, and turned toward the wall. With a wave of his hand, a dark glyph glowed faintly in the stone — ancient magic binding their words in oath.

"And you need to forgive Marcus's great-grandfather. Not for choosing duty over love, but for not being strong enough to find another way." Morgana closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "I... I forgive you, Marcus Blackthorne. I forgive you for being young and afraid and unable to stand against your father. And I forgive myself for letting heartbreak turn into hatred." The moment the words were spoken, Luna raised her hands to the silver moon. Her light exploded outward, catching all the dark and grey energy and transforming it. The curse dissolved, but its power didn't disappear - instead, it reformed into something new.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

"Yes. Richard Blackthorne doesn't believe in love, so he couldn't predict this outcome. But the Lunar Witches could. They're already weaving the curse." As she spoke, thirteen witches materialized in a circle around them. Their chant was in the old tongue, but I understood it through blood memory. "For the betrayal of oath and order, for the mixing of hunter and hunted, let your bloodline carry both blessing and curse. Power beyond measure, but never peace. Love absolute, but always tested. Until the child of three bloodlines chooses the fate of all." My father tried to break the circle, but the curse was already taking hold. I felt it settle into their bones, their blood, their unborn child

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.