Novel & Cerita What Are The Three Unforgivable Curses In Harry Potter

“But you have to swear it. Right now.” Without hesitation, Bennet pulled out his wand and began murmuring an ancient incantation in a language I didn’t recognize. The air in the room shimmered with power as he finished the spell and declared: “I, the black wizard Bennet, swear never to harm Lucy, Rose, or Alpha Jack of the Blue Lagoon Pack. I swear to help Lucy win Jack’s heart. If I break this vow, may death strike me instantly.” As the final word left his lips, a black symbol appeared across his neck—a glowing mark that shimmered ominously before fading into his skin. The curse had taken hold.

A few hours earlier… When Zephyr summoned the warlock God and stated his request, he asked for an irreversible curse. “I want to cast a curse on my stepbrother, Alpha King Alexander, so that he could never find his mate, nor could his mate sense a bond with him. This curse must persist through all his future lives,” Zephyr described with determination. “Are you absolutely certain? Once granted, this wish cannot be undone,” cautioned the Warlock God, Zythorath.

She was curious about what she needed them for, but in the end, she resigned from asking. “There is one more thing, sweetheart,” she added with a worried expression on her wrinkled sallow face. “If you mix them together, the liquids lose their colours and the whole mixture becomes transparent. Nothing leaves after a person who drinks it. Only dried-up bones and the enormous pain of every single person suffering from a broken heart at that time. This is a powerful curse. It works after sunset and goes away at dusk. And then again and again. It does not kill the victim. It makes his life hell.” The witch reached Jenn’s hands and gave her all three vials. She suddenly started to rush as if she

“I know you did everything for Melinda and your unborn child.” She reached over and took my hand, clasping it firmly. “Melinda is lucky to have found a mate like you, Keith. If only….” She sighed, and her expression deflated, tears gleaming in her eyes, “If I could break the curse binding the three of you by sacrificing my life, I would have done it in the blink of an eye… But….” Her voice trailed off and she gazed into the space with an empty expression. The curse of the three mates had been haunting the werewolves for generations. Despite trying all sorts of ways and methods; no one had managed to figure out a way around it.

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

She left a parasitic curse behind. It was an ancient, forbidden alchemical spell known to the dark covens of the southern fronts—the Bond-Dampening curse. It was a slow-acting poison designed to target the unique biological frequency of a fated-mate bond. It didn't kill the body; it methodically erased the spiritual recognition between two wolves, turning a soul-deep connection into a vast, empty void.

Kylian shook his head and said, "This is no protective charm! This is a very malicious transfer spell. It is also known as 'the misfortune substitute.' It can transfer one person's bad luck, illness, and fatigue onto another. "The person on the receiving end becomes the substitute who gets all the bad things in life. They will gradually lose their vitality and become increasingly unlucky. This spell had long been banned. I didn't expect someone would still be using it." Kylian's words confirmed all my suspicions. "Mr. Slade, do you have a way to undo it?" I asked urgently. "It's very difficult. Once the contract is formed, it's hard to sever it unless one party dies," Kylian answered grimly.

It missed my face by inches and hit the wall behind me with a sound like a thunderclap, leaving a crater in the stone that still smoked at the edges. “You were so easy to curse,” Vivian continued, resuming her circle as if we’d been mildly interrupted. “Newborns take the strongest bindings. You were three days old. Your mother had just brought you home. I volunteered to sit with her — such a helpful neighbor — and while she slept, I wove the curse into every cell of your body.” She sounded almost nostalgic. “My finest work. Three interlocking spells. Weight manipulation so you’d be rejected on sight. Wolf suppression so you’d never access your power. Perception distortion so anyone who might

The breaking conditions are listed in the old language, which I read slowly because my Creole is research-level rather than fluent, and I translate as I go, and what I find is three conditions, each more specific than what Helena told me yesterday. The first is the caster's forgiveness, complete and unconditional. The second is the fortune's renunciation, which the grimoire describes as a voluntary, permanent relinquishing of all Sterling assets by the heir, done without expectation of reward or return. The third is listed in language that I have to read three times before I am certain I am reading it correctly. A sacrifice most valued. That which the cursed person holds above all else, offe

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.