Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

"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!"

“I can't tear off the mask.“ “And whysoever freaking not?“ “Because my face is fu*king cursed! … you said it yourself.“ “….“

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

"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.”

[Remember to make the medical records and chat logs look as real as possible.] My mother replied instantly: [Thank you, girl! I'm going to do it right away!] I laughed. I should have known. Showing mercy to a poisonous snake only gets you bitten in return. I should have called the police from the beginning and sent them all straight in. That night, my social media accounts exploded. Hundreds of private messages flooded in. [You're a horrible man! You'd even hurt your own brother!]

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

The curse of his making was slowly dissolving but the bruises remained. "Once I craved this," he fingered the contours of the charm, bringing back the sensations of the rough sands. "To see the world cower. I still do," he moved to rest a hand on the dogs neck. "But wretched fate forbids it. I could curse Atum for instilling that inside me, but for all it tears at me, I will not insult the father of us all. I only pledge to make the sinners pay when the time is right."