Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

I smiled as we both held hands. "I know, anyway, I'm focused on the road. Rest for now, it looks like we're still far away." He resigned and I followed what he said. I leaned back and put on earphones. I looked outside for a moment before closing my eyes, whispering to myself; I love you BenChua but we are part of the mistake. We are the piece of Unforgiven Sins. Little by little I felt the weight of my eyelids and the only thing I heard from the song I was playing was I love you, goodbye.

That’s why only when the curse went into effect, did Reive see the black spider as large as life on the girl’s solar plexus. People gathered around Angelina and the necromancer. They made noise, tried to give advice and called for the healers. Reive paid them no attention. It was a matter of seconds. If he didn’t stop the curse, it would take Angelina’s life. The Undead King was rather competent at curses. In his time, he had himself created many invocations that had been almost impossible to break. It was simple just to touch a person while having a conversation and mark him with a drop of poison or saliva. Or maybe with a drop of ash or blood. After a certain time, the victim would pass on

If really he had loved me these three years, this was the time to spill it out but instead he was being so unforgiving ,reminding me of something I knew nothing about. I took the chance to ask my pressing question all these years, “Have you ever imagine yourself loving me,even for once?’” I asked hopefully, expecting a positive answer. But his laughter followed suit . “Look Giselle, everything between us is purely business and pleasure, nothing more ,don’t ever forget that “ I knew it but my heart still bleeds hearing it from the horse’s own mouth. Julian didn’t just fail to love me but disrespected me as well. To escape this pit of agony, I have to hold on to the little sense of sanity I st

he asserted, then ended the call. He glanced at me and commented, “Salem mentioned that a witch was involved. Please explain so I can know what curse or spell might have been placed upon you.” Wringing my hands, I told him about Willow. “She said her mother was a Goddess called Carrotwin or something,” I mumbled, causing him to chuckle. “It's Cerridwen, dear,” Sin stated with a smirk, then added, “You will be spell-free since nothing she does will affect a child of mine.”

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.

Their eyes glowed a sickly green, their faces twisted in grotesque smiles. The furies. They had found me. Terror surged through me, freezing me in place. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. My body refused to move, paralyzed by the sheer weight of their presence. The furies advanced, their whispers filling the air around me, wrapping around me like chains. “Ava… you belong to us now…” “No…” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I don’t… I don’t belong to you…” But the furies only laughed again, their voices dripping with malice. “Oh, but you do… Your soul is ours…”

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

Until exhaustion dragged me under like a wave. And as I drifted into sleep, my last coherent thought was a curse. A curse on the day I met Adrian Vale. A curse on the day I met Maribel Cross. A curse on every moment I'd wasted loving people who saw me as nothing but a resource to exploit. Never again. Never fucking again. ​

Her molten silver and crimson eyes met each of them, carrying centuries of rage, grief, and inevitability. And then — she stabbed herself. The blade slid through her chest with a quiet finality, her body collapsing into the whirlwind she had summoned. The wind howled louder, as if mourning her, carrying the remnants of her magic across the world. When it settled, silence fell. The alphas stared, horrified. She was gone. Dead. Yet the curse had been cast, the children marked. For a long moment, no one moved. Then the alphas understood. The curse had not been meant to kill the children — it was meant to bind them. To twist fate itself. To ensure that if they ever found each other, everything t

Her thoughts faded when Claire started speaking. "Cousin, what are you pampering her for? She is the reason why Aunt is disabled. She is a curse to Aunt. Why are you carrying Aunt's curse like she is precious..." Claire's words were cut abruptly when Kael growled in anger. He is the Alpha. Once he releases his intimidating aura, normal dragons or shifters cannot withstand the pressure.