The Three Unforgivable Curses 소설 & 이야기

I repeated, barely above a whisper. Sabrina looked ashamed. “It’s not just nature… it was worsened by a curse.” My heart pounded louder now. I looked at Lucian, still unconscious, but my mind reeled. “Why?” She met my eyes, sorrow burning behind hers. “Because he killed his father. And his grandmother, his father’s mother placed a curse on him. She was from the direct bloodline of the goddess.” I stumbled back a step. “Goodness.” Sabrina nodded. “That’s why it can’t be broken.”

Fortunately, I killed three of them because I realized their danger, and the last one cursed me with corrosion, which is why I was harmed. So, what was it about them that irritated all? Their curses are unbreakable. Curses would have an effect on even a dragon. Curses were a unique type of energy in this planet. Although it was not considered useful, it was terrifying in some circumstances. So, why were curses regarded ineffective? It was due to the fact that most curses required contact between the target and the castor. As a result, curses are useless because you will most likely die before you even touch the target to administer the curse.

“She’s the one the visions warned us about. The girl who can resist the Alpha bond. The one with three threads tied to her neck.” “Three?” I turned now, eyes narrowing. He nodded. “The triplets. Dax. Kai. Riven. All three are bound to her. They would have marked her during the Trials—together, but—” A low whistle left my mouth. “What kind of creature pulls three Alphas like moths to flame?” “A cursed one,” he said bitterly. “The kind that stirs war.” I crossed the room slowly, my boots silent against the black marble. My blade sat on the low obsidian table, its surface catching the moonlight. I picked it up, turning the weapon in my hand.

“Your mother and aunt must be stuck in something they value a lot. I am guessing that it’s something associated with magic or material possessions. Usually, these kinds of magics can be easily reversed with the power of three.” “Power of three?” “Yes, it means three witches can undo the spell.” “But…. only two cast the spell, right?” “Not exactly… Baltazar cast a spell. He wanted to kill them, but they had overridden his magic to make it less lethal, so the curse was from three magical beings. To everyone else, they turned into ashes,, but in reality, it was just an illusion, it wasn’t real.” “Can I help them reverse it?”

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. The connection is tangible. The sparks — electric. And her scent… it’s like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Smoky vanilla—” “And lavender,” I finish. Realization crashes over him. “No.” The word chokes out. His face drains of color. He drags a hand through his long hair. “She’s… but… no. No, no, no. That’s not possible.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We have the same mate. This has to be some twisted joke. Goddess… why? ———————————————————————————— Sebastian’s POV I am angry. No — I am raging.

he asserted, then ended the call. He glanced at me and commented, “Salem mentioned that a witch was involved. Please explain so I can know what curse or spell might have been placed upon you.” Wringing my hands, I told him about Willow. “She said her mother was a Goddess called Carrotwin or something,” I mumbled, causing him to chuckle. “It's Cerridwen, dear,” Sin stated with a smirk, then added, “You will be spell-free since nothing she does will affect a child of mine.”

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.

And in the seconds of his death, a pain and rage so immense exploded, cursing Alaric’s blood and all his descendants. The curse was not a planned spell. It was the scream of a shattered soul, a bomb of spiritual energy that accidentally tethered him to the bloodline of his betrayer. "A curse is a bond," the Guardian explained. "A bond that is painful for both sides. Morat is tied to Alaric’s descendants, unable to be free, constantly reminded of the betrayal. The descendants are tied to Morat, feared and eventually consumed. To break it requires a sacrifice. Not a blood sacrifice, but a sacrifice of truth."