Who Created The Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

I repeated, barely above a whisper. Sabrina looked ashamed. “It’s not just nature… it was worsened by a curse.” My heart pounded louder now. I looked at Lucian, still unconscious, but my mind reeled. “Why?” She met my eyes, sorrow burning behind hers. “Because he killed his father. And his grandmother, his father’s mother placed a curse on him. She was from the direct bloodline of the goddess.” I stumbled back a step. “Goodness.” Sabrina nodded. “That’s why it can’t be broken.”

“I don’t understand you, High Priestess.” Her eyes locked with mine, calm while my frustration boiled. “Her curse is rooted in rage and bloodline. The hatred of everyone who witnessed it. The rage of the one who marked her. And the atrocities of her father’s name. Together, they wove the curse into her very being.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, trying to process the weight of her words. “So… you’re telling me the curse was born from everyone’s rage that night, from the fact that it wasn’t under the full moon, and from her bloodline, her father’s darkness?”

The curse shattered like glass under a hammer. One moment, it was strangling my power, forcing my Ghost Wolf nature back into dormancy. The next, it exploded into fragments of dying magic that burned away to nothing. The backlash hit the eldest witch—the one who'd been channeling the curse—and she collapsed, blood streaming from her nose and ears. Kelly's face went pale. "No. That's impossible. That curse was—" "Created by torturing children," I interrupted, my voice cold enough to freeze blood. "Did you really think the moon would allow magic born from such darkness to bind one of her daughters?"

“Who? What … why would you want to curse someone, my lady?” His narrowed eyes and furrowed brows conveyed concern rather than fear. It was understandable since curses were developed by dark mages, enemies of the empire and the Tower. “Don’t you want to?” she asked innocently. “I’d like to curse those three bastards to stay virgins their entire life.” The young lord’s mouth twisted into an incongruous grin as he chuckled. He looked at her with eyes as if to say she was saying something crazy. “I’ll curse them with an intense body odor nobody would want to go near them.”

“Well, that depends.” “On what?” Lucien asked. “On him.” All eyes shifted. I didn’t react. “She’s the only one who can break your curse,” Maya continued. “But only if she remembers who she was.” "Oh, so you basically you have to reawake Aria and somehow convince her to lift the curse." Lucien said “I know that.” “And if she doesn’t?” Vivian asked quietly. “It completes,” Maya said. Lucien sat up slightly now, no longer relaxed.

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.

he says sympathetically. “That’s when he cursed you. It’s quite brilliant when I think about it,” I say thoughtfully. “Him cursing me is brilliant?” he questions in confusion, his tone indicating he’s slightly offended by my comment. “No curse is brilliant, but the thought behind it is rather genius, in an evil, maniacal way. He took the essence of what you are and turned it into a curse. The God of Life and Death; cursed to spread death, and in some cases, grant eternal life. He took your gifts and turned them into something perverse. It’s sick and twisted for sure, but brilliant,” I admit.

He laughs horrifyingly, “I am nowhere near as filthy as you and the rest of the humankind. Every one of you should be punished and the curse itself is as perfect as how my mother have planned it.” My eyes widened, “What do you mean?” “I perfected the whole curse.” He said so proudly. “What? I thought it was Olca who made the curse?” I quizzed, completely puzzled of what was going on.

“He’s... He’s a good person! He’s always helping students. He’d never—” “Jelly, think.” Chevonne’s voice sharpened. “It was a facade. He played a part, just like teacher Mary did. You know now how important she was to them, right? One of their goals was to monitor her closely—to follow her until she triggered the curse, which would mean they’d found the next creator. “But the curse was poorly made. Maximus said the maledicter wasn’t skilled enough to refine it properly, which means they still don’t know who the next creator is.”

“well, your father and I had an idea to announce before we were even trying for a child that we were expecting and a month later that we had lost the baby, which allowed us to have a baby and even if that child should be a daughter, since the world thought we had lost our first born you were our second born. We had spent countless days and nights to find out how to break the curse to only find out that Generational curses are difficult to break because they are mythologized in the family. When the original caster of a spell dies, the vast majority of the power behind that spell also dies in some but not all circumstances. This would mean that the first generation experiences the curse and po