Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

But quiet, the way something goes quiet when it is confused by what it is being given, when the territory it is trained to exploit has been temporarily replaced by something it does not know how to use. Genuine remorse. The curse can use pride. It can use anger and jealousy and cruelty and the specific violence of wounded love. It cannot use genuine remorse because genuine remorse is not a weapon and the curse is a collection of weapons. I look at my son's open face in the mirror. I think about twenty-three years. I think about a grimoire and a candle and a night I have replayed ten thousand times, and I think about what it costs to love something you have broken, which is a cost I know well

I would not beg fate. I would bend it even if it meant taking her. Even if she hated me for it. Even if she never forgave me. The curse had chosen its anchor and this time, I would not let Iris Moore walk away.

“ 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

"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?"

"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.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

“She was a witch who used you as a pawn. Just like she used all of us.” Anna flinches, fresh tears spilling. “But she must have told you something,” I continue. “Some way to break her curses in case of emergency?” Anna shakes her head frantically. “She just said, she said the curses would die with her. That anyone cursed would either die or…” She stops, her face going pale. “Or what?” Alistair demands. “Or they’d have to be forgiven,” Anna whispers. “By the person they hurt most.” The words hang in the air like a death sentence.