Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

Visitors often found it unsettling, as if they had stepped into a dream where sound itself had been outlawed. The origin of this strange custom dated back to 1923, when the village well had run dry during the worst drought in living memory. Desperate, the mayor at the time, a stern woman named Margaret Holloway, declared that until rain came, no one was to speak a single unnecessary word. "Silence saves water," she had claimed, though no one understood the connection. But the rain did come — the very next day. The villagers, believing they had witnessed a miracle, made the silence a permanent tradition.

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

The Seven crying to their mother about how mean the AOD was and Daniel in chains watching as Lucifer tortured Elizabeth. So with that in mind, Daniel quickly got up and made his exit. It was late, the sun had already gone down and the stars were making their appearance in the sky. It was a full moon tonight, Daniel found himself staring at it, it was a full moon the night that Lust cursed him the first time. The thought only angered him more. He pulled out the pocket list of the damned to check if Abigail's name had been removed yet. But it was still there, in bright red letters. Why? Daniel was under the impression that the name was already removed. Surely this was a mistake.

“Losing the Ashton family can cost us tens of billions, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” “I had high hopes for you, Luke. I thought you would be the next grand patriarch of this family. Luckily, you showed us you aren’t fit for that position before it was too late.” He paused a little as the crowd anticipates his next sentence. The hall was dead silent, with everyone focused. Connor continued, “As the grand patriarch of the Von Aleister family, I hereby declare this Union cursed.” Luke stood in utter disgrace as cold sweat drips from his beard, his face was darkened with sorrow and his heart was boiling with anger. He looked around for Kenny, but it seemed like Kenny had left

He does not like fighting with his brothers. “Fine, how about this, Lucifer? I have just been notified there is a curse set upon you. There always has been, and she is the one to make that curse happen.” Lucifer’s eyes flash up, looking at Belial. “What curse? No one has the power to curse me.” Lucifer tries laughing, yet Belial’s eyes tell him it is the truth. “When the holy Lucifer fell, God granted two curses.” “The first was your need for blood Lucifer. The second, one day, Lucifer would find a mortal that he would feel the need to protect. A mortal that he would end up loving. Only that love drags you back to heaven and gives you a mortal soul.”

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

"May she never find peace! May she die in some foul, forgotten ditch, to be torn apart by wild beasts, her bones scattered to the winds!" The curse of an old Luna held terrible power. Everyone in the room felt the cold weight of her words. "I curse her soul to burn in hell for all eternity!" Every word was like a silver chain wrapping around my spirit, squeezing until I felt like I would dissipate. "Well said!" Marcus roared, slamming his fist on the table. "A bitch like that deserves to die nameless and rot in an unmarked grave!" "Yes! May her death be as gruesome as possible!" the others chimed in.

They took my surrender and spat on it. They said the blood on the earth was mine to answer for. That power, unchecked, must be punished. So they did not stop at me. They slaughtered my pack in the dark, one by one, while I was held helpless under their spells, forced to listen as bonds snapped and voices vanished from my mind. Revenge dressed up as balance. Cowardice masked as justice. Then they turned back to me. They twisted what I was. Bound my wolf into silence. Cursed my body to endure when all others would fade.