The Words From My Mouth Are Cursed Novels & Stories

I waited for him to speak, each word from his mouth like a knife twisting deeper into my chest. “Thank you, everyone, for being here,” he began. His voice was calm, almost too calm for what he was about to say. “I’m grateful for your patience and for standing by me through all the challenges I've faced. I’ve had to endure many trials, including the curse that haunts me, that has cost me more than any of you will ever know.”

The light rose, swirling into a storm of crimson energy around us. Lira’s voice echoed, distant but clear. “Now speak.” I looked at Kael. “Together,” I whispered. We spoke the ancient words that burned themselves into my mind as I said them—words older than the packs, older than the moon. “I bind the blood. I break the curse. Let love be the chain, not vengeance.” The light flared white-hot—blinding, searing, alive. I felt it crawl up my arms, through my chest, into my heart. Kael’s hand found mine, his grip anchoring me as everything exploded around us.

“Fight it!” His nails scraped the stone, his body convulsing as though every bone wanted to shatter. Elder Mbeki’s voice boomed. “By the Alpha’s blood, by the pack’s law, by the bond of kinship betrayed, let the curse be broken!” The air cracked like thunder. Marcus howled, a sound not wholly his own, layered with something darker. Black ichor spilled from his mouth, thick and foul-smelling, pooling on the altar before vanishing in a hiss of smoke.

Before I can open my mouth to say a word, he is halfway through the door. I huff and return my attention to the book. I don't know if I thought I will be able to understand them better or that I expect a miracle to happen but the words still look the same to me. Meaningless jargons jumbled together. I bite my cheek, flipping through the pages until I end up on the final page. Words are scrawled on the lower end and surprisingly I can read them. ‘A cursed union doomed from the very start.’ I freeze, chills crawling down my spine as soon as the words register in my mind. What does that mean?

"Why are you still standing here? Go clean yourself up. Don't stand here and make an eyesore of yourself." I stood there, holding my son's body, and looked at him. I was born with a cursed tongue. Anything I said would come true, for reasons no one could explain. From the moment I understood it, I stopped speaking. For over twenty years, I had not said a single word. I used to hate this curse. But now, I only wished that whatever I said next… would come true quickly, and bring them their punishment. My voice was hoarse from disuse.

A pause, “Only if they’re actually innocent ofcourse. Otherwise, you can just wait for them to join you on the other side.” “Damn you Cassius Ravencrest! You’ll die a horrible death!” “Go to hell!” They scream at me. It comes in a wave, thick and hoarse and raw. They scream that I’ll rot, that that the goddess will curse me and drag me down to burn for eternity. Someone is spitting. Someone is clawing at the rope on their wrists. The curses pile on top of each other and echo off the stone until they have no words in them anymore, just noise.

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

The fire grew hotter, crackling and roaring, and the flames grew larger, engulfing the creature, and he hissed, a guttural sound, as if it had burnt him, though it was incorporeal. Creatura ad quos eieci te de his realm. Sit ignes usque ad vos enim ultra tibi! (Creature to whom I cast you from this realm. Let the fires take you beyond!) The words, ancient and powerful, flowed from my lips, a deep, resonant chant.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

(eyes full anger and tears) Grandmother : we can't stop that curse. I'm sorry. Zayn : no you all liars, I'm not going to believe your words. (Angry) Grandmother : if you don't trust that , see your wife's neck. It's started with black dot and it's increase day by day like big blackspot, then it's covered your wife's body. It's turned her Skin colour full of black. This is first step of that curse, it means darkness definitely eat your love.