Unforgivable Curses In Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“She’s a monster.” The word hung in the air like a curse. For a moment I couldn’t move. My chest rose and fell in shallow, ragged breaths as I stared at the blood splattered across the dirt in front of me. I hadn’t meant to do that. I hadn’t even understood what was happening. “I didn’t—” My voice shook. “I didn’t do anything.” “Liar,” someone snapped. “She’s using dark magic.” “Forbidden magic.”

My parents expected her to confirm that I possessed an extraordinary affinity for elemental spells, healing enchantments, or perhaps even divine magic. Instead, they discovered that I could not cast spells at all. I could only create curses. Among witches, spellcraft was considered a sacred gift. It allowed them to heal wounds, summon protective barriers, manipulate the elements, and weave enchantments into objects. Curses were different. They were born from darker magic, the kind that weakened bodies, corrupted minds, ruined bloodlines, and destroyed lives. A witch who could wield curses but not spells was believed to have been tainted before birth. Most curse-born children were taken from

“Damn it! How could I fall into this plight if someone had not played a trick on me?!” Adrian gnashed his teeth angrily. His teacher, Professor Morgan, had informed him that someone had cast a curse on him in secret. That was why he had mysteriously lost those badges. Professor Morgan had decided to tell him what had happened because he was worried that Adrian would be mentally affected by that failure. He had also warned him not to reveal the issue to other people. However, there was only hatred in his heart. He knew that only warlocks could cast curses. It was evident that someone among the students had concealed their identity as a warlock and lurked among them. That person was the one wh

It didn't help that I attended a school full of witches and wizards, and some of them got arrogant and tormented the younger kids because of the advanced spells they knew. Well, they kept their bullying for the witches alone though. No one was allowed to use spells against the humans in school and risk the race getting exposed. I wiped sweats off my face and attempted one last spell. I had read it in the advanced book of spells I had stolen from mum's room and had been attempting to try it out for the past two days without success. I hoped I succeeded this time. "Culca ica burn." The fire dancing in the air suddenly turned to ice shards and traveled in the air, staying afloat and obviously w

But I was exhausted, and I knew with how weak I felt, my magic won't hold on for long. "You've been warned, Cordelia Blackwell. Cain Cadell will be your death. And death you shall receive." The man said with narrowed eyes and a menacing grin. "Who sent you?" I asked with more force, standing on my wobbly legs and started The Pain Curse. It was forbidden magic, because it heats the blood of the victim to the point of boiling. But I had to drop the protection spell, I knew I was draining myself. "Tell me who sent you?" I asked again when he was on the floor writhing and screaming.

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

“His eyes had a pink tinge to them but that’s it.” “Are you sure?” She questioned. “Close your eyes and think. Is he wearing something out of the ordinary? Something you had never seen before?” “No. I did find the love spell here.” I flipped to the page and showed her, but she was shaking her head. “That isn’t a love spell. It’s an infatuation spell. It makes the one cursed become unhealthily attached to the speller to the point of murder. If the cursed ever find the one that cursed them with someone else. Or goddess forbid they have a child, and the child starts to take precedent for them, then they can go on a rampage.”

"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?"

They labeled me as a black-hearted girl, incapable of ruling and only destined to sow discord among the villagers. Their words shattered my spirit. The absence of parental love can be a cruel burden. What blossomed in my heart was a garden of resentment, pain, sorrow, and hatred. I decided to cook them a delightful meal, infused with my unique 'Die Immediately Spell Potion,' and invited them to dine with me. As they savored their lunch, I erupted into laughter, watching their confusion until I finally revealed, “The black-hearted girl says RIP to you.” Their eyes widened in horror, mouths agape as life slipped from them.

Starlight crystal, Foxglove shrub, Zuri's panties, Sage, Eggshell powder, a bowl containing my blood…and one of the very first dresses Zuri got for me the first time we visited Torah together. Sadly, I'll have to sacrifice this sentimental dress of mine for the spell. I sigh, not wanting to get rid of anything Zuri got for me, but I don’t have a choice at this point. Raising my hands, I whisper a common magic spell that sets fire to the dress. It lights up and instantly turns to ashes within seconds as the room fills with the scent of burnt clothing. Then I chant the forbidden words, keeping my voice to a barely audible whisper since Olyon is probably still lurking outside my dorm room, and