Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

"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

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

"Do you have any idea how much pain Heidi was in when the wolves tore her apart, leaving nothing but her remains? Do you even deserve to be called a father?" My accusations hit Ethan where it hurt the most, leaving him speechless. In the end, he could only repeat, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He fell to his knees before Heidi's portrait, repeatedly slapping his face as he begged for Heidi's forgiveness. "Heidi, I'm so sorry... I was wrong... Please come back... I'm begging you..." Seeing him acting this way only intensified my anger. I immediately shoved him away and screamed hysterically, "You have no right to say sorry! You don't deserve Heidi's forgiveness! Get out! Just leave!"

“When the issue with your face started, you were less than a year from finishing high school. At first, I thought it was because you were just starting to end your days as a teenager, and that the first lady that went crazy when she saw your face was a mere epilepsy or psychiatrist patient. But… things never changed, Alvin. It continued to happen until I and your mother couldn't take the pain and shame anymore. It probably doesn't make any sense, but… your mother was right. Not just your face but your life was cursed the moment you clocked eighteen.“ Alvin stepped back, so close that he would fall into the pool if he took another step. "Marry Amanda, keep wearing a mask and forever make it

Winston asked. "You’re right. But the one who cursed me was an earth witch. I don’t know why the notes are in the ice witch language." Vlador responded. "I’m sorry, but can you tell me what the curse is?" Winston asked. Vlador paused, then answered, "I will never feel full, and I will never sleep. That’s my curse." "Oh, you poor young man," Winston sighed. "If that’s the curse, perhaps I was wrong to think it involved two bloodlines. The term 'mortal girl' also seems too odd for this curse. Did I mistranslate it?" He reached for his dictionary again.

As I watched my hair began to glow softly, the power ready to be used. “I curse you, all of you and those of your lineage henceforth. Never again will you create life unless you love and are loved by one of my line. You shall be barren, from this day forward.” As I uttered the last word a flash of lightning and clap of thunder lit up the sky, the universe promising to see my curse through.

"A contract with Asmodeus allows humans to use magic but they have to pay certain prices. The first being the curse of eternal youth. Even until their death. A normal witch will never look older than a prepubescent girl. The second being the curse of love. All their relationships are doomed to fail one way or another. The third one… " Reaching here, he fidgeted, as was the case each time he had to talk about the witches. The third class was just... special, in its cruel aspects. He knew that the first curse wasn't really a curse as it didn't bother most witches. The second one was a little harsh, but then again it was an acceptable price but the third one… "Do not hesitate. Go on." "The thir

The beating of his unborn child’s heart taunting me with its faint thumps. I cursed a foetus… Their child will be born with a blood curse that will do who fucking knows what to them and it's my fault. If I had just pulled my head out of my ass sooner none of this would have happened and the worst part is I can’t reverse it. I can remove Oshmin’s curse because he was the subject of it. I placed the curse on him so removing it is simple. But I can’t reverse it from every sanguidae in the world or from his child because it’s tied to their very beings. It’s now a fundamental part of their DNA, they can’t exist without it. It’s the nature of all existence, you can’t mess with the universe and not

"We didn't mean to betray you. We only wanted to free you from the curse that bound you." The cursed creature's anger simmered, his brows furrowing as he struggled against the darkness that consumed him. "You do not understand," he growled, his voice filled with a mixture of pain and frustration. "The curse has corrupted me for too long. There is no redemption for the likes of me."

I say. Malrik swallows. “I know.” “This is where I begged you to stop.” His voice breaks when he answers. “I remember.” I close my eyes. The memories surface fully now—not just images, but understanding. The curse wasn’t born from betrayal. It was born from fear. From a man choosing control over loss. From a woman choosing love even as she died. I open my eyes and turn to him. “It ends because I let it,” I say. “Not because you deserve forgiveness. Not because I’m stronger than it. But because I refuse to let my life be a punishment for yours.”