What Are The Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

She cast a curse upon the Vakatow bloodline – a curse that would eternally intertwine their fates with demons. The curse dictated that if the firstborn of the Vakatow bloodline was male, the curse would perpetuate with each generation. However, if the firstborn was female, her soul would be tainted with the essence of a demon, creating an unholy hybrid of lycan and demon within her. And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death.

"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.

Raiden’s behavior had changed far too quickly. I closed the second journal. Close… But not close enough. My breakfast had grown completely cold by the time I reached for the third book. This one was thinner than the others. There wasn’t even a title on the worn leather cover. The first several pages were blank. I almost set it aside before another heading appeared farther in. Soulbinder’s Blight. I frowned thoughtfully before reading. The curse originated through forbidden blood magic and was commonly delivered through food or drink, allowing the victim to unknowingly accept the curse into their own body.

Thinking of this, James slowly closed his eyes and accessed the long-sealed Curse Magic from Franciscus’ inheritance. According to Franciscus’ classification, the Curse Magic had a total of six extremes. The first extreme curse targeted only a single individual within its attack range, cursing living beings of the same level and summoning and controlling an evil spirit. The second extreme curse covered an area within a radius of one light-year, summoning ten evil spirits of the same cultivation base to fight together. The third extreme curse covered an area within a radius of ten light-years, summoning an evil spirit one realm higher than oneself to fight together.

Irvin sighed, feeling hopeless and drained. “I didn’t say we’re done,” Tia spoke, making Zadkiel come to a halt. “You said, curses are unbreakable.” Zadkiel gave her teary eyes. “I know what I said and it’s true but I can still cure you.” She stated. “How?” “Curses can’t be broken till the person is dead but they have loopholes. This witch knew what she was doing.” Tia spoke, making both of them confused. “What are you trying to say?” Irvin furrowed his eyebrows.

Fortunately, I killed three of them because I realized their danger, and the last one cursed me with corrosion, which is why I was harmed. So, what was it about them that irritated all? Their curses are unbreakable. Curses would have an effect on even a dragon. Curses were a unique type of energy in this planet. Although it was not considered useful, it was terrifying in some circumstances. So, why were curses regarded ineffective? It was due to the fact that most curses required contact between the target and the castor. As a result, curses are useless because you will most likely die before you even touch the target to administer the curse.

Seeing as phoenixes are naturally un-killable, they sought every way possible to counter those laws of nature and over throw him as the Emperor. That was when the curse of ‘The Midnight Sun’ came into being through the aid of a very powerful sorceress of evil. A curse made by an ancestral and celestial sorceress capable of disintegrating a thousand pheonixes in the split of a second. The curse was made but not without a vial consequence. All phoenixes in the world including those who rebelled against the king’s rule burnt to ashes and died when the rays of the midnight sun fell to the earth.

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.

And in the seconds of his death, a pain and rage so immense exploded, cursing Alaric’s blood and all his descendants. The curse was not a planned spell. It was the scream of a shattered soul, a bomb of spiritual energy that accidentally tethered him to the bloodline of his betrayer. "A curse is a bond," the Guardian explained. "A bond that is painful for both sides. Morat is tied to Alaric’s descendants, unable to be free, constantly reminded of the betrayal. The descendants are tied to Morat, feared and eventually consumed. To break it requires a sacrifice. Not a blood sacrifice, but a sacrifice of truth."

“You’re a witch! You can break the curse!” Marwynn’s expression softened with sorrow, and she shook her head slowly. “I’m sorry, child. I can’t. A curse can only be lifted by the one who cast it. Dark magic has unbreakable rules. If I attempt to interfere, it could bring devastating consequences far worse than death.” Kyven staggered back as if she’d struck him, his tears falling freely now. “There has to be something,” he whispered. “Anything. Please.” But Marwynn’s silence said it all.