Novel & Cerita Unforgivable Curses Hogwarts Legacy

Leila was also a choking mess as I pushed her into the wall and spoke sense into her. “Those deranged fools had their witches use dark magic to curse me, to make me what I am, and I refuse to acknowledge their existence, especially because I plan to wipe every single one of them off the face of the earth” I tightened my grip around her neck, channeling all of the anger that was consuming me as I relived the day I was cursed into my grasp. “Once and for all,” I watched Leila’s eyes lower as she slowly began to drift away but for some reason I still didn't let go.

fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows. The contract was activating. The seal was awakening. And Theo, who had spent centuries hating humans for reasons even he no longer remembered, was being forced to kneel before one. Slowly, Theo felt the final condition. The binding would only be complete through a kiss—an ancient rite, older than language. Refusing it meant death. His spirit would burn, along with the last remnant of Nexus’s power inside him. Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing.

“Because it wasn’t meant to be. The spell wasn’t just targeting minds—it was targeting history. Legacy. It wanted to erase the Amadeus name from existence.” She looks at us both now. “And because the spell was fueled by ancestral magic—and because they used a sacred relic as the anchor—there was no reversing it. Not without destroying the land. Not without tearing apart the very foundation of your bloodline.” “And at that moment, there was no time to do any of that”. Her eyes focus on Dominicus.

With a swift, deliberate motion, I spat directly onto his face, the act a visceral declaration of my disgust and loathing. "Screw you, Lucien,” I snarled, venom dripping from my voice. “I loathe you.” His eyes widened in shock, but his furrowed brows betrayed a flicker of concern. “I hate you so much, I wish the curse consumes you, that you suffer a death so agonizing, so merciless, that nothing – not gods, not magic, not even the most powerful witch– can save you,” I spat, tears streaming down my face as I hurled the words at him like daggers. “May the moon goddess herself forsake you, may your death be a slow, torturous march into eternal darkness, and may the curse be your eternal shroud.

All antagonism towards the enemy forgotten, they all stood mesmerized by her ethereal countenance. "There there dearies. No need to get all worked up. I am here because I bear good news. Harold and Lucifer left in a hurry and forgot their greatest weapons. These very weapons are amongst us. Only cloaked in an invisibility spell. I asked Aurora and Mtungagore to do so for me. If you may please great warlock?"

“Hmm? What does that mean.” She slid into the chair beside him and puffed out her cheeks while she blew through them. Tapping her fingers on the book, she finally looked at Daniel. “You must be careful, Daniel. There are very dangerous, even if you do not mean them. Especially for a warlock like you.” Her head shook, and she placed her hand on his arm. “You must never speak them near anyone unless you really, really mean it.” She took a deep breath and flipped to the last page, then licked her lips and glanced at him. “Most importantly, this one. It is the death curse, and it cannot be undone once it’s spoken.”

"I fear I am destined to be bound to your incompetence forever." His words struck me like a physical blow, the mention of our binding curse causing me to step back involuntarily. I had placed my trust in that curse, relying on it to enforce his obedience, to ensure that he followed my every command. But now, faced with his defiance, I couldn't help but question its power. My eyes widened, searching his face for answers. "I... I've relied on the curse to keep you in line," I stammered, my voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of desperation. "To ensure that you obey my commands. But if you've defied me, if you've gone against my wishes... then why hasn't the curse activated?" Doubt consume

"I saw it with my own eyes. Alpha Grayson showed it to me. He is gifted with the magic to see. Lucian is about to bring destruction on the while supernatural world, Alana." I could not believe it. I knew that Lucian did want me back and that he would do anything to have me back even if it meant sacrificing half of his kingdom as long as he gets an heir. He could do all of that but this one was just way too far. The witches were forbidden by our ancestors from ever coming near we werewolves and even our ancestors had warned us and forbidden us from having anything to do with them after the great war. Lucian father too had laid a curse on anyone who associated with the witches and Lucian knew

Rhett was stroking his huge blonde beard and keenly observing, a secret student of Dark Arts himself, he was probably insanely curious about what was going on. Suddenly a foul smell erupted in the room. Different to the broth, but from Ariel’s mouth came the stench of rotten flesh and decay. Everyone’s faces turned sour, looking away as the odour continued. Luna Madeline was the only one who did not flinch. “Keep going child, the curse is leaving you, you are free to speak. Drink the last drop.” With a nod she obeyed. Then she put the wooden cup down, turned to Glenn and whispered softly, “mate.”

“If this kills you, the curse takes me with it. Remember?” That made him pause. His jaw tightened, but he didn’t stop her when she pressed her glowing hands against his side. The magic resisted at first—his darkness pushing back against her light. But she forced it, murmuring old words her mother once whispered in secret. Words that were forbidden now. The air hummed. Light poured from her palms, golden and bright, cutting through the storm. Kael groaned, the curse inside him writhing in protest. His shadow magic surged up, colliding with hers, filling the clearing with blinding radiance.