Who Created The Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

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.

"Lorenzo, Your sons, and their sons will pay for what you did to my Daughter. I curse them to all have my Daughter as their mates, and since your second in command stops me from saving her, his firstborn will also be her mate. She will have to choose between them, and if she dies, she will come back, and so will her true mate; the second in commands son. there will be no running from this curse, and only her heart's true desire will break the curse that I bestowed upon you." After Gemma placed the curse, she became weak, and she knew that Lorenzo would kill her for cursing him. She spelled all her magic into Amulet and sent the necklace away; it will find her Daughter for her when she return

At first, my eyes moved lazily across the words. Then I froze, my heartbeat slowed as I leaned closer. "No..." My voice echoed softly in the empty room. I read it again. Then again. The curse wasn't random. For years every king had believed it was some punishment from the Moon Goddess. Some unavoidable sickness in our bloodline. But this…..This was created, it was created by a male omega. My eyes narrowed as I kept reading. Long ago, a Lycan King publicly rejected his mate—a powerful omega. Humiliated before the kingdom, abandoned and broken, the omega used forbidden magic and cursed the royal bloodline before taking his own life.

Cain waited without making her hurry. She decoded it line by line. She spoke aloud as she did it, because her mouth knew how to stay steady even when the rest of her wasn't sure. The curse had been made. Not old magic drifting through wolf bloodlines by accident, not some ancient affliction without origin or maker. It had been deliberately created, long ago, by an Ashford healer. Her own family. Her great-great-grandmother. A woman who had survived something that broke her in a specific, irreparable way, and had shaped the grief and fury of it into something that would outlast her.

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 think I can handle something.” “We are not taking anything she makes!” Estella shrieked. “Why are you being the pissy one? It was your dad that killed the first ever witch. Our more cherished witch!” Maximus slapped his hands on the table as he leaned forward. “Now, now. You can’t be upset that she was punished for her crimes.” Orpheus asked in a sickingly sweet voice. “Crimes? What crimes?” someone on the phone cried out. “She is.. was responsible for creating me. She used dark magic to put a spell on me. Unintentionally creating a vampire, but still. In those days, it was illegal to practice magic.” Orpheus sat back and held his own hands.

Of all the order of witches, only the Marins and two other clans had agreed, the rest refusing to pick a side. "And when the werewolves narrowly won the war, the witches abandoned to face the wrath of the vampires, Amarinth's descendants who survived the massacre began to wonder if they had made a mistake by ridding the supernatural community of the hybrids, and allying with the weaker species like their ancestor did.So they sought to undo that which they did, but could not find the elements, discovering a horrible truth instead. The cursed hybrids could wield the fire, but with dire consequences to their memory and mind. Many of the hybrids as a result did not live past their third decade,

as he says this, Maciel descends the stairs without even blinking. "Wait, Maciel! Is that him? The one who created the curse? The sorcerer of almost four hundred years? "Yes... free me!" Maciel shouts, but at that moment, he had waited so long, centuries searching for that wizard who no one knew where he was or who he was, never having seen Èpistolo himself, the author of the destructive curse that killed all the new half-breeds. "Come on, that's exactly what I came to do, you and your brother are going to die

“And so, he put a spell upon me, forbidding me from killing any of his descendants. But he went even further and prevented me from ever taking anyone that his descendants claimed as their own.” I felt as though I’d been punched in the gut. “What?!” He nodded. “Ernest is Gabriel’s last descendant. If I kill him or take what is his, my empire and all attached to it will crumble,” he went on. “What Gabriel really wanted was me dead, but because I was immortal, and he didn’t know what strange, unknown weakness might claim me as it had him, it was the best he could do. Every immortal has a weakness something that can kill them but most of us don’t know our weakness until it’s too late. And so, si

“A few years after he was chased out, we began to notice a pattern with the newborns. None of them carried strength fitting for a vampire, especially the Nocturis clan who were known to be the strongest.” I paused. “They were weak, hard to train, and even found it difficult to train their own abilities. Most of them didn’t even get it and it led to a lot of them taking their lives as they felt useless in the clan.” Her mouth dropped. “After a series of investigations, we found out a curse had been placed by the high gods as a result of what my father did.” “A curse?” Kerman asked. “Yes.” “And what are the exact components of it?” “Well simple. Every vampire who was born after that time would