The Three Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

"Yeah. I was, uhm, reading this book at my parent's house about uncommon curses; ones that can't be broken by a kiss or bond, but are darker…the only thing is, they never really said how to break the curse." Katia set down the papers and put a hand on her hip. "Well, I guess it's probably because if they're uncommon, it's rare to ever need to break them." She then looked Waverly up and down, suspiciously. "But, yeah, I guess you could say that. Why?" "I was just curious," Waverly continued, hoping she wasn't being too transparent. "In my pack, dark curses are never spoken of because it was unusual for us to even encounter normal grades. But I thought with Sawyer's parents being involved with

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.

The Witch Guardian raised a hand to calm him. “Alex, please. This isn’t something that can be undone easily. Curses tied to unborn children are among the most dangerous and complex. We’ll need time to research, to find a way to undo it”. Alex’s jaw tightened, and he turned to look at Evelyn, her fragile form lying motionless on the bed. His heart shattered at the sight. “We don’t have time,” He said firmly, his voice filled with desperation. “Find a way. There has to be something we can do” Veronica stepped forward, placing a comforting hand on Alex’s shoulder.

The void that settled in Isolde's heart festered into something darker – a thirst for vengeance. Fuelled by a mixture of bitterness and heartache, Isolde channeled her magical prowess into a curse of unfathomable depth. The depth of her love had turned into the intensity of her hatred, and it was this intensity that fueled her desire for revenge. She cast a curse upon the Vakatow bloodline – a curse that would eternally intertwine their fates with demons.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

“You think we’re them? That we’ve lived this before?” “I don’t know for certain,” he admitted. “But the signs are there. One mate shared among triplets is an anomaly—an impossibility in most cases. It happened once before, and it’s happening again now. The last time, it ended in devastation.” I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Devastation? What does that even mean? What happened to them? To her?” “They were cursed,” he said, his voice low. “The mate used her blood—mixed with the triplets’—to bind a powerful curse on those vampires, the nightwalkers. It trapped them, but at a terrible cost. The curse was never meant to be broken.”

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

The idea that a sacred object could be so desecrated was beyond his wildest imagination. "This is the origin of all this chaos?" Rafe asked, looking for confirmation. "Yes," I affirmed, pausing to collect my thoughts. "With each reincarnation, the curses persist, haunting relentlessly." Rafe, connecting the dots, expressed a personal fear. "Does this mean that if I fail to fight the curse, I will share the fate of those tormented souls?" I nodded solemnly. The curse, born of the desecration of the Grimoire, bred an insidious obsession that lasted beyond death.

Gunner thought. "Did you just say cursed?" Madam Dera asked, seems she just understood the meaning of the words spoken by the wizard "But how?" She asked. Gunner returned his head to his consultation, he raised his head "This curse is so strong, the spells were sealed with a strong sacrifice and it is not penetrable, "this is..." He paused as he looked around "unto death" Kaiden's eyes watered. 'What have I done wrong!' He lamented mentally, the news pierced his very soul.

“It’s not simple, Alpha. It’s tied to the original binding. The curse was laid by intertwining two powerful, cursed bloodlines under dark magic. To break it… you must unbind them. Or, rather, re-bind them in a different way.” “Re-bind? What are you talking about?” Kieran swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the scrolls. “The texts are symbolic, difficult to interpret fully, but the core seems clear. The curse can only be undone by binding the two cursed bloodlines that were used to create it, but through a force stronger than the dark magic that bound them initially.” Damien’s mind raced. Two bloodlines? He knew Sofia’s, the Blackwoods. Who was the other? Was it connected to The Hollow Ord