Three Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

“That’s the curse’s cruelty. It forces you to see what you shouldn’t.” She crossed her arms. “And yet you think I can live like this?” “You’ll learn,” he said without looking back. “No,” she snapped. “You’ll fix it.” Finally, he turned—eyes flaring red. “You think I haven’t tried? Every healer, every mage, every blood ritual—I’ve torn kingdoms apart searching for a way out! This curse binds soul to soul, not by will but by fate. And now it’s you.” The words cut deep, sharper than any blade.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Thinking of this, James slowly closed his eyes and accessed the long-sealed Curse Magic from Franciscus’ inheritance. According to Franciscus’ classification, the Curse Magic had a total of six extremes. The first extreme curse targeted only a single individual within its attack range, cursing living beings of the same level and summoning and controlling an evil spirit. The second extreme curse covered an area within a radius of one light-year, summoning ten evil spirits of the same cultivation base to fight together. The third extreme curse covered an area within a radius of ten light-years, summoning an evil spirit one realm higher than oneself to fight together.

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

"And you need to forgive Marcus's great-grandfather. Not for choosing duty over love, but for not being strong enough to find another way." Morgana closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "I... I forgive you, Marcus Blackthorne. I forgive you for being young and afraid and unable to stand against your father. And I forgive myself for letting heartbreak turn into hatred." The moment the words were spoken, Luna raised her hands to the silver moon. Her light exploded outward, catching all the dark and grey energy and transforming it. The curse dissolved, but its power didn't disappear - instead, it reformed into something new.

While the House of Untold consisted of Oracles that continuously battled with madness and they were bound by a curse to never be able to give birth to a child because of the unpardonable sin an Oracle had committed in the past. The sin of killing a Crone's child~ It happened a long time ago during a revolt among the witches. So many generations had been born since then but the curse was unbendable and to know that a little chubby child Esmeray had lifted an unbendable curse was appalling. “I don't care what she did. Her breaking the curse can't bring my father back. I just want her to face the consequences of her actions.” Maeve gritted breaking through the shock first.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

"If words get out about the bride dying in the Royal castle, it will become a bad omen for the royal family and evil rumors will spread amongst the villagers. No one needs to know about Qetiyah." That day, Luna Queen Qetiyah's body was sent on fire together with the servants and as if that wasn't enough, the Queen dowager ordered for the family of Qetiyah and everyone who knew about the wedding to be put to death. They were all beheaded. A week after the incident, the queen dowager bought in another bride in replacement of Qetiyah, and the death of Luna Queen Qetiyah was forgotten but it didn't end there. Years after, vengeance came back. The secret that was buried for so long resurfaced. Al

He loved hurting me. "Bitch bit me." John snorted. "Those little puppy teeth did that? Pathetic. But we can't have the puppy nipping. Hosanna, say sorry." I kept my mouth firmly shut. I almost died from the beating that followed. It was days before I woke up, according to the handful of other omegas the pack kept locked up here. I was almost disappointed I hadn't died. My acts of defiance only aroused the pack or got me hurt, but never so bad that I could escape the torture of life. I healed very slowly, probably at the same rate a human would. My condition was so dismal that the best my supernatural healing could do was keep me alive.

She cast a curse upon the Vakatow bloodline – a curse that would eternally intertwine their fates with demons. The curse dictated that if the firstborn of the Vakatow bloodline was male, the curse would perpetuate with each generation. However, if the firstborn was female, her soul would be tainted with the essence of a demon, creating an unholy hybrid of lycan and demon within her. And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death.