Unforgivable Curses Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

He had been sitting for a long time and his waist could feel the effect. “It doesn’t work that way,” he coughed a little before he continued, “A witch’s curse lives forever, even in death. Except the witch reverses the curse. Even in death, a witch’s powers can never die. But every curse has a crack that if we push wide enough, can break the curse. We were hoping that will be the case if Prince Darius mated with the witch’s granddaughter, who is a hybrid.” “But that option went out the door the moment Lucius mated with her instead. So, we are back to the beginning. our hands are tied.”

“You’re linked now. Deep magic. When one of you suffers… so does the other.” “No,” Lucian growled. “Break it.” “You think I haven’t tried?” Kael snapped. “It’s blood-forged. The kind of curse that predates even the werewolf clans. Only death or destiny unravels it.” The silence that followed was suffocating. I met Lucian’s eyes. Hatred was there, yes—but something else now. Fear. Rage. Recognition. “We’re stuck,” I whispered. He nodded once, slow and grim.

I jerked back instinctively, breaking our connection, and Lysander collapsed to his knees with a sound that was half-growl, half-human cry of pain. "Delia!" Cordy's voice cut through the haze of agony. "You have to maintain contact. If you break the connection now…" "I know," I snapped, dropping down beside Lysander and placing my hands on his shoulders. The moment we reconnected, the curse's attack intensified, recognizing me as a genuine threat now. It was old magic, older than I'd initially realized. Not just the work of one bitter woman, but something that had been building for generations. The accumulated resentment of every Blackthorne who’d ever been deemed insufficient by the Ashwort

Ethan muttered as he looked at a photo of William's future partner in the film he was going to star. That girl really looked simple and innocent. Most surprising of all, this will be the girl's first film. Will the director not regret including her in this big project? Moreover, be a lover from an actor like William Redorge? *** To be continued... Welcome to my first warewolf genre story. Hope you all will like this story

“No. You have to reverse it.” “I cannot, our next ten generations will not see magic, it would turn into Myth. I Curse that we will continue to protect ourselves with Magic, the ones that would leave us lifeless but will not be used for anything else. I curse that you and every of our male descendants who seats on this throne after you will died of a sword through the stomach unless he loves truly and is unable to hurt his queen. I curse that the position will be a burden and one full of thorns of family who will try to betray the ruler. Until the foreigner arrives.” Trisha coughs out, the king was frozen, watching his wife and his beloved curse something which they had built with their hand

“ Kataleya, you know I didn’t speak badly… Kataleya: “ But you spoke! Igor: “ That’s how frustrating it is! There are witches everywhere! Kataleya: “ Yes, including one in your life! Igor: “ You're not like them! They have a certain grudge and launch curses! They have no humanism within them. Kataleya, upon hearing Igor's words, remembered her past and the curse she had made. “With my hands, I condemn all men who mess with me. They will die in the most painful way. Every second of mine will be your pity, every tear of mine will be your pain, every sad memory will be your anguish and my smile will be your death.” Those were Kataleya's words when she was nine years old. With a lot of pain, res

"Tell me what must be done." "Greyson," the words trembled with urgency as they were carried on a whisper that seemed to drag the weight of centuries behind it. "My mother's curse is an enigma wrapped in shadow. You must unravel the heart of its intention and discern the lesson it broods over – a legacy for your bloodline to bear. The power to shatter its bonds rests at the conflux of your destiny with that of your fated companion. My heart aches to unveil the truth that burns within me, but a witch's hex binds my lips, sealing them with the very essence of my mother's magic."

A sudden thought struck me, and I sat up, my heart racing and only one name that came into my mind that is Lisa. I grabbed my phone with shaky hands and dialed her number. After two rings, she answered, her voice warm and familiar. “Emma! It’s been so long! How are you?” Desperation choked my voice. “Lisa, I need your help.” Concern immediately laced her tone. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” “You have to cast a spell on me,” I begged. “Erase my memory Lisa or i will die in his memory.” Silence. For a long moment, she didn’t speak. I could only hear the faint sound of her breathing on the other end. Finally, she whispered, “Are you insane? Magic like that is forbidden. It’s been banned in

Dad asked, looking pale. “As long as the one who places the curse wants. It could be days, weeks, months and even…years.” “So you slow-torture someone’s soul into death for years?” Noah demanded, looking horrified. “There’s a reason it's called a Forbidden Curse, Noah,” Sabrina whispered. “Only extremely powerful witches can have the strength to use this spell. It’s not for the faint-hearted,” “What I don’t understand is why send us a dead white wolf? And whose wolf is this even?” Logan hissed, running his fingers through his hair.

he taunted. The wolves began to laugh again. For me, nothing was funny. Their laughter only made the hate I had for Derek to increase. To express my frustration, I decided to teach him a little lesson. While still caught in his laughter, I closed my eyes and began to make a spell, which will see him disgraced: “Let fly! Let it fly! Fly out of nowhere, the spirited liquid, out of abundance. On his face I command thee splash.” Unknown to them while I make my spell, the water in the cups placed on their table had assembled into one mass of greater volume. Their excessive laughter denied them from witnessing the transformation that had taken place.