Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Alyssa said, pursing her lips thoughtfully as if she was trying to solve a physic problem, "I mean look! You guys are too cute." She made it sound like Octavia and I were little bunnies. "The thing is we already knew why they came after me," I told her. "Our existence is forbidden in the Underworld. Our parents were executed because they had broken their marriage law." "That's baloney!" Cammie said. "Everyone has the right to get married to whoever they love. I thought only humans were bakas!" "What's 'baka'?" Alyssa asked. "Idiots in Japanese."

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.

Maybe my pain and anger could do something. I sat up suddenly, my hands trembling with fury, repeating the words through gritted teeth. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die. I curse them all.” The room felt charged, like the air around me had thickened, but I didn’t know if it was just the intensity of my emotions or something else entirely. Could I really curse them? Could my pain, my rage, actually do something to stop this? I repeated it again, louder this time, as if willing the universe to hear me. “I curse anyone who wants my mate to die.”

"What happened?" He didn't know? "You don't know?" I asked looking up at him again. "You keep confusing me Aria." He said. "Is there anything else that I should know?" I couldn't bring myself to speak about the curse to him. "Aria, tell me." He said. "Why don't I know?" He wasn't joking with me. His expression said all there was to be said. "A curse." I said. "A curse of infertility on the female offsprings of the Nightfang alphas."

Even Dad pales further, if that's possible. "Elder Silas mentioned he'd never seen anything like the blood tears," Dad says slowly. "But he didn't realize..." "That they were the physical manifestation of ongoing spiritual torment," Lina finishes grimly. "This is why my specialized knowledge was necessary. The Curse of Agony is a forbidden spell that should have died out centuries ago." She gestures toward the bowl, and the water begins to swirl without any visible cause. "It preserves the victim's physical body while subjecting their soul to unending suffering."

All the while hearing his master explain their story. “In the beginning, they were harmless creatures; then humans found their hiding spots. That’s when the horrid experiments started on them. They were injected with the blood of the Kraken but reacted badly to it. They became too powerful for the humans to control so they just let them run rampant. These creatures have lost their sense of judgment and need to be punished. So just enjoy yourself, Drake.” Drake does enjoy himself greatly and within a few minutes completely decimates the Whitlock boss along with his lackeys. Drake then changes back to his human form and jumps up to stand next to Angel.

Ancient and powerful: “Drogo Vealor. You were chosen to protect. To rule with balance. Yet you have spilled the blood of your fated mate. Intent does not cleanse the act. You raised your hand in vengeance. You chose wrath over mercy. You chose hatred over destiny. For this, you are cursed for eternity.” The force released me, and I felt the curse mark burning through my skin. Each cracks burned and stabbed like hell. Every part of me trembled and burned uncontrollably.

he whispered, “is the Curse of the First Luna.” A chill shot through me. “The… what?” He raised his eyes to meet mine—full of sorrow. “It is a curse older than the packs themselves. A curse placed upon those who rewrite destiny. Those who shift the fate written by the Moon Goddess.” I blinked at him, stunned. “I don’t understand.” He exhaled shakily. “Charlotte… every time someone alters destiny or breaks the natural path, they pay with their soul. The crescent mark… it represents the countdown.”

"Pain will welcome you like a hound if you use her." The words surrounded him like unseen chains and reverberated like thunder. John clutched his chest as he gasped. Dark magic struck me as soon as I finished speaking the curse. Not his. Her own. My mom. Wrenching my wolf back into chains, she responded to the curse with the seal. The howl of my wolf struck John like a blow to the body. "Pardon me," she muttered. My relationship with my wolf broke like glass. After that, everything turned dark.