The Words From My Mouth Are Cursed Novels & Stories

She put it down when she saw me, a mocking smile playing on her lips. I tried to ignore her, wanting only to escape this suffocating place. To my surprise, Mandy stood up and blocked my path. She crossed her arms as she looked down at me with challenging eyes. "Leaving so soon? I thought you'd be shameless enough to stick around," Mandy mocked. I stared at her, not saying a word. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Mandy gloated at my silence. "I told you, you're not good enough for Ethan. Look at yourself, all pathetic and bitter."

“Or are you just that desperate to be alone?” I felt a lump form in my throat, the words spilling out before I could stop them. “They don’t want me. They think I’m cursed, that I’m a tool, something to be used.” My voice broke, and I felt tears sting my eyes as I looked away, embarrassed. “Cursed.” He echoed the word thoughtfully, like he was turning it over in his mind. “Interesting. You know, curses can be broken...if you're willing to pay the price.”

The wolves I had once grown up with surrounded me, their eyes filled with hatred. “Curse girl,” they whispered, the same words I had heard on my escape. “Monster. Murderer.” I backed away, but they advanced, their faces melting into hollow-eyed corpses, skin blackened as though burned from within. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “I didn’t mean to..” Their voices rose in a chant, echoing like thunder. Curse girl. Curse girl. Curse girl. My legs trembled, my chest tightening. My claws extended against my will, the power under my skin surging, hungry to lash out. I clamped my arms around myself. Not again. Not like before.

His words were spat like venom, each syllable dripping with fury. “And how are we sure their bond is not cursed?” That word cursed struck me like a whip. Something inside me snapped—harder, deeper, fiercer than I even knew I had in me. My voice burst out before I could think, loud and raw and shaking the very air. “ENOUGH!”

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

That smile was worse than any execution could be. Iris felt something break inside her. Not her heart, because that had already been broken so many times that it couldn't break anymore. Something else. Something fundamental. Something that held her together as a person. She opened her mouth and spoke. Her voice was hoarse from days without water but it carried across the execution ground. She spoke words that came from a place so deep inside her that it felt like they came from the earth itself. She laid a curse on the lycan king.

I moved away from her completely, standing at the edge of the bed with my back turned, hands gripping the post hard enough that the wood groaned under my fingers. “I am afraid,” I said finally. Her breath caught. “I’m cursed, little wolf” The words felt heavy as they left my mouth, like admitting defeat to something I’d been outrunning for years. “Cursed, I’ve heard this everywhere”. She muttered “I wasn’t born this way,” I continued. “This isn’t fate. It’s punishment.” I heard the mattress shift as she sat up, but she didn’t interrupt me. She never did when it mattered. “I owe you explanations..”

"Get me the girl, or the next time the curse takes hold, I won't be there to help you hold it back. You’ll burn with the rest of them." The connection snapped shut, leaving me standing in the dark. I let out a roar of frustration and swept my arm across the dresser, sending glass vials and heavy wooden bowls flying across the room. They shattered against the stone walls, but the noise didn't make me feel any better. I kicked a chair, watching it splinter, and cursed Liam’s name under my breath. He was so blinded by his own "morals" that he couldn't see we were all heading for a cliff. I needed that curse lifted, and I wasn't going to let his sudden conscience ruin my life.

I step fully into the pull. Everything snaps into focus, and it hurts so bad I almost scream. The bond opens. Not gently. It tears. I feel Darius like he’s right there, like his breath is at my neck, like his pain is my pain, and I choke on it. My knees shake. The curse surges, furious and confused, because it doesn’t know what to do with me choosing this. Words spill out of me then. Not loud. Not formal. Just broken and fast and desperate. I don’t even know what language they’re in, but they feel old and sharp and true.

It caused a shock to those who saw it, be it the people or her family. As Audelia's lips parted, a chant of whisper escaped her lips. The chant was in the language of Gods, even Audelia herself wouldn't understand if she heard it. The chant just came to her mind when she was focusing herself thinking of how to stop the curse magic, and it took over her consciousness. "Ysbrydion y byd, casglu rownd." (Spirits of the world, gather round.) "Yr wyf fi, apostol duw, yn gorchymyn i chwi." (I, the apostle of god, command you.)