The Words From My Mouth Are Cursed Novels & Stories

I whispered, too softly for the rumbling ground to hear. “Where?” He insisted, but I didn’t reply. My eyes were astonished at the symbols, and I could feel my lips moving, as i tryied to form words that hooked on my throat The figure’s laughter pierced through the chaos. “You’ve awakened the curse,” they said as if their voice had been dipped in an echo. “And now, it’s time it will collect what it’s owed.” “Enough!” Jameson shouted, while stepping forward. “We’re leaving.”

Oaths and obligations - the lubricant for patently lethal A****n society. Those words tossed out without too much consideration were now fraying around the edges. This wasn't the Plague, boils, lesions, leprosy, rickets, or the Home Loan bubble bursting. Those you could fight. How did you counter the devaluation of someone's word? Ishara's curse was crawling toward a very bad end unless I did something, but what?

The words hit like iron. My breath caught. My knees buckled. I stepped forward. Not with bravery. With something deeper. Acknowledgment. You were meant to burn. I flinched. “No,” I whispered. “I was rejected. I was—” Yes. Cursed. The word echoed through me. Not a judgment. A truth. The figure circled the throne, flames trailing from his fingers like ink in water. But curses are cages built by cowards. He stopped, hand hovering above the black stone.

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

“What’s happening to you?” There was no hiding it anymore. No denying what my body was already screaming. I swallowed hard, forcing the words out between labored breaths, my voice breaking despite my effort to steady it. “It’s the curse, it’s eating me alive”

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

The pain and the pleasure tangled up so bad I couldn’t tell which was which. He was mumbling against my skin, words slurred with blood and fury and something else. And then I saw him perform an incantation . We had only read of this in books and heard about the powers and communication skills between Cursed Alphas or between prophets and goddesses. After yelling some words in a language I didn't understand, he continued. “Moon Goddess, if he’s not mine take me now. If he is, let him stay, let him stay….” His voice cracked. The glow in his eyes flickered like a dying flame.

I bit my lips, trying to hold back the flood of feelings I was trying to suppress. “Listen! Listen! We sing it to you…” “A story of hers, a story so true…” “Fire, water, earth, wind and sky…” “Be it day, night or noon…” “Her power isn’t a curse, but a boon…” “You say she will bring the doom…” “You will witness it soon…” “How she breaks the curse of your sight…” “And unveil the sun from this perpetual night…” I clenched the robe over my chest as if that would help my aching heart and hurting breaths. I ran through the crowd and found darkness in the alleys of Arginieth.

The hoarse voice answer, till maintaining the low pitch. " Controlled? Hahaha. Trying to fool me " Marcus sarcastically retort back. " He isn't saying anything wrong Marcus .He was surely controlled .Didnt I tell you I would rule over him and you .Just wait some more."the cold voice ended the stance with a laugh, causing Marcus to froze in his thoughts. " Fire.." Marcus tried to call the later one. " Hahahha. Checking for me." The cold voice told with sudden playfulness. " Fire is cursed .The cursed which would destroy you , Marcus .Destroy you."

From that moment on, it existed only but has not truly lived at all. * * * Somewhere in the vast intricate surfaces of creation, particularly in a huge prison cell of unruly criminals and hapless mortals, a cursed boy swore with such an artistic tongue for profanity. "I told you not to do it, old man! DAMN YOU!"