The Words From My Mouth Are Cursed Novels & Stories

I stepped back out into the corridor and the doors closed behind me. For approximately four seconds it was quiet. Then the arguing started. I could hear it clearly through the wood, multiple voices going at once, the tall man's being the loudest. I stood with my back against the wall beside the door, arms folded, and listened to every word with great interest. They were afraid of me. Most of them. That came through clearly even through the muffled door. They were using words like reckless and dangerous and what were you thinking. One of them said the word curse twice.

At the same time, he vomited a mouthful of blood as his heart received a huge impact. “D*mn! What the hell is this heart? “I refuse to be taken in by this fallacy! “Three thousand worlds, grant me strength! “Great Enfeeble! “Great Curse! “Great Plague! “Great Bewitchment! “Great Fate! “...”

My curse be on ye for your disloyalty and disobedience, so, let your children disobey you. If you send them on an errand, let them never return to bring you word again. To all the points I shot my arrows will ye be carried as slaves. My curse will carry you to the sea and beyond the seas, slaves will rule over you, and you their masters will become slaves. After that, he then raised and dashed the earthenware dish on the ground smashing it into pieces, saying; “A broken calabash can be mended, but not a broken dish; so, let my words be irrevocable!”

As I watched my hair began to glow softly, the power ready to be used. “I curse you, all of you and those of your lineage henceforth. Never again will you create life unless you love and are loved by one of my line. You shall be barren, from this day forward.” As I uttered the last word a flash of lightning and clap of thunder lit up the sky, the universe promising to see my curse through.

I chuckled bitterly, sniffing and swallowing at the same time to reduce my shallow breath. “It's why I stick to rules perfectly because I don't want to soil the nectar you have within you. I'm a destroyed flower.” I let the words sink down inside my soul and remembered the words thrown at me at White Crisp, how cursed I was and how wretched I was and the tears fell. “Then I'll fix It.” He whispered huskily and I shook my head. “You don't understand Lex, I'm cursed!” I spat out and felt a heavy chunk of pain at the base of my throat.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

"We didn't mean to betray you. We only wanted to free you from the curse that bound you." The cursed creature's anger simmered, his brows furrowing as he struggled against the darkness that consumed him. "You do not understand," he growled, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and frustration. "The curse has corrupted me for too long. There is no redemption for the likes of me."

And so, despite the excruciating pain that engulfs me, I find the strength to rise from the ground, my voice a low growl of defiance. "Enough!" I roar, my voice carrying a mixture of anger, bitterness, and determination. The sound rips through the air, the echoes lingering as a challenge to the very curse that binds me. It is a declaration of my refusal to succumb to this torment, a vow to reclaim my humanity.

Exaudi vocem meam, dissolvi vinculum, liberari a maleficio. "Do you understand the words Luminaris Aetheris, sylvan sanctum, undaunted spiritus? Exudi vocem meam, diss dissolve culum, liberari a maleficio mean? I know you have no connection with witches, but what language is that?" I asked Orion's mother. "That's the old language." "I don't think I can break this curse without Orion here." "Why?" The book says I need the blood of the cursed. His blood."

“Because she… was never the monster.” My vision blurred. The wind screamed in my ears. I reached inside myself, past the agony, past the betrayal. I summoned every ounce of power the Moon had granted me. And with it, I cursed him. “I curse you,” I whispered hoarsely. “May every bond you form from this day turn to ash. May every truth you speak curdle into lies. May love flee from you. May trust damn you.” A flash of light seared through him. My curse branded his chest, a burning sigil of ruin etched deep into his skin.