The Words From My Mouth Are Cursed Novels & Stories

he yells like crazy, then kicks me in the stomach. I instinctively tense my muscles, which in the end still does nothing. I limp and embrace with my arms. My body is pierced by unimaginable pain, and blood drips from my mouth. Red begins to color the road on which I lie. “Who?” I ask in a trembling voice. The taste of metal overpowers my tongue. I’m afraid. I've never been so afraid in my life. I’m slowly getting used to the idea that there is some kind of curse hanging over me that takes the lives of everyone I love. Yes, I’m cursed.

my words come out as husky gasp. "What else," he demands. I try to focus on something other than his tool as it strokes into me, try to remember his words from just a second ago, my brain a jumbled mess of pleasure and desire, before it comes to me. "oh god, I need your c*ck," I moan, tripping over the word "c*ck," having never said it before. "My p*ssy craves your c*ck," I cry, embarrassed by my words, and by the need in my voice.

Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”

My voice cracked. “It’s me. I did this.” My grip tightened around him. “I ruined him.” My chest tightened. “I… am the curse.”

You’ll ruin everything you touch! Was it a woman’s voice or a man’s voice? I could not even remember. After seventeen years of plundering, I’d heard all sort of curse words fall from bloody lips but I never gave them much thought. But these days, as if to mock me, one by one, words that never really registered in my mind when I first heard them began to play in my subconscious and for the first time since I realized I was cursed, I felt fear chill my spine.

Turning to the person, my heart pounds against my chest heavily with heavy shock and surprise. "Mother…!" I called out gently. A smile processed through her face, "daughter… I don't know if we could actually meet here one day," she said. I don't really understand what she is trying to say, but I know she is trying to communicate something vital. "Mother…. I have missed you," I said trying to go inside her arms. She slapped my hand and looked at me with smiles on her face, "daughter… you must break the curse before it's too late," she said.

The tiny heartbeat that had once fluttered inside me like a miracle… was gone. And with it, something inside me snapped, tearing a jagged hole straight through my soul. “I hate you…” My voice cracked, nothing but a whisper scraping against the silence. The words weren’t for Natasha—she was long gone. They weren’t even for Sebastian. No, this curse was for everything. For the universe. For the gods who let this happen. For myself, for daring to dream that happiness was possible.

Pain flared beneath his touch, sharp and electric, searing straight through my nerves. Then came his voice—inhuman, rasping, layered with something ancient and crawling with malice. *"Tree of life, cracks and dries, No more lies, no silent cries!"* His words slithered through the air like a curse, wrapping around me, suffocating me. *"He is no prophet, nor the devil, His servants, more his battalions in level."* A mocking chuckle followed, low and cruel. *"Silly girl, you wouldn't want to see

With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act." I was standing right beside Evan the whole time. All I wanted to do right now was kiss him. I knew he had to have been holding in a great deal of pain and pressure inside of him, a level of suffering that an ordinary person wouldn't be able to understand. Thankfully, this was all about to come to an end soon. Carmen stood beside Evan. When the officiator declared that the groom could now kiss the bride, Evan leaned in, but he avoided Carmen's lips. Instead, he said into her ear, "Do you think I'll marry a ruthle

“Sometimes, you need to trust yourself. Trust your instincts.” Trust my instincts? I wasn’t sure I even knew what my instincts were anymore. I had no idea what I was supposed to do, or who I was meant to be. The girl I had been before all of this—the one who didn’t know anything about wolves, or legends, or curses—she was slipping away with each passing day. I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I don’t know if I can do this,” I said, the words slipping out before I could stop them. “I don’t know if I’m enough.”