The Words From My Mouth Are Cursed Novels & Stories

I roared But she didn’t move. She stared at the darkened bowl, at the extinguished flame, her eyes wide and unblinking. When she finally spoke, her whisper was barely human. “We’re cursed,” she breathed. The words echoed in the temple, heavy as stone. Outside, the wind howled through the trees,low and mournful, like the moon herself was weeping for what we had done. And as I looked up, the clouds swallowed the last sliver of light, leaving only the dark sky above.

The words stabbed at my chest, but I clamped my jaws and stood my ground, unmoving… unwilling to surrender to the war that was burning inside me. Her voice cut into me again, soft but heavy, dragging me deeper into the part of myself I hated most. “What is it about me that disgusts you so much, Alpha Lucien? Why do you keep pushing me away, Alpha Lucien? Is my presence such a burden to you?” Her words stabbed deeper into my chest like a haunting dagger. “I am cursed.” My voice cracked, the edges sharp with agony. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I forced the words out.

“Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!” Cold rage spread instantly through my chest. “I never gave that order.” The hallway suddenly became quiet. Mira froze. Then footsteps approached from behind her and Mora appeared at the staircase looking equally disturbed. “You didn’t give that command?”

She just placed a curse upon herself as the words had warned. Whoever disturbs the peace, places a curse upon themselves. She had boldly read the words before casting the spell. She felt reddish liquid rushing out from her nose, dripping and staining the ground. She instantly wiped them away, she couldn't afford to let Alpha Fergus see her vulnerable.

I wanted to throw up, both from exhaustion and the fear that started to take root in the pits of my being. “I am trespassing too!” I spit out without thinking, stumping on the ground with my bare feet as if I was desecrating something holy. “Punish me instead! Kill me!” Yes! Please kill me before they lay their hands on me and my life ends at the hands of men and their greed! The stranger seems to pick on my distress and I can tense the way they tense as they cast another troubled look in my direction.

"Grandpa, I'm not lying. Nyx did curse them and they really need to break that curse. Please, don't send them away. They need our help. You really hate Nyx, right? If you do, then you'd make her unhappy. I don't think witches like it when their curse is broken." Damien's grandfather turned to both Helia and Rendall. His gaze was more intense on Helia. "Why would she curse her daughter?" The old man eyed Helia conspicuously and she looked at Rendall who smirked and she sighed. "She cursed me because she's a witch. That's what wicked witches do." Helia said the words as if they were stuck on her tongue and were having trouble getting off. Rendall snickered and Helia glared at him.

Rhea’s POV “If you’re my curse, I’m the luckiest cursed son of a bitch in this whole universe” How deeply this sentence burned through me in the most vulnerable place within me cannot even be described in words. It touched the core of my heart and nestled itself in there forevermore. It lit a match of fire back into me and the impossible thing I told him would never happen, happened. Scattered dead pieces of me sparked back to life. Reborn again from his vows and promises to me.

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.

I ran my hand from one cheek all the way around to the other side of his face. “You’re amazing. I’m going to ride you some day if you’ll let me.” I smiled at him as I looked into his eyes that were now a yellowish color. He backed up slightly and nodded his head. Letting me know it’s time. He lowered his head and looked into my eyes as a small stream of fire came out of his mouth. I raised my hands and let my fire release without throwing it. When my fire touched Creed's, it was like an electric shock that went through my entire body. I watched as his fire circled around mine and went up and over us until we were both surrounded.

This was no ordinary act—it was the beginning of something irreversible, a curse that would worm its way into Carmela’s life and never let go. Closing her eyes, she began to chant, her voice dropping into a low, guttural tone. The words that spilled from her lips were old and powerful, words that had been passed down through generations of those who had delved into the forbidden. Her chant grew steadier, each word a stone thrown into the dark depths of her magic. She could feel something stirring in the air, a response to her call, an acknowledgment from forces beyond sight. This was no simple spell; it was a declaration, a vow sealed by her own bitterness and desire for control. Each word s