Who Created The Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

The Eternal God doesn’t seem phased nor does it look like he wants to listen. He’s almost at the door when Zedkiel speaks again. “Or like a coward, will you refuse to admit this curse was far too extreme?” My eyes widen as the God turns, his eyes seem to turn even darker, as he glares at Zedkiel. “Do not test me, Lycan, I did what I needed to! There was an evil created by Selene before my curse! The curse I have put upon you cannot be broken, not by me. If you are able to break it, it would have to be of your own accord, curses are made to withstand the test of time and power.”

Niniane said with a nod. "How was Ravana cursed?" Layla asked curiously. "By the first chosen. With his last breath, he gave Ravana exactly what he wanted. An immortal life, but with a few ultimatums. He would never see the sunlight again and he must drink the blood of others to sustain his immortality. So, the first vampire was born. But instead of being given the blessing of creating healers, all he would be able to bring to this earth was more death." Layla was silent as she took in Ninian's words.

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

“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

I don't want dirt to stain my virgin lips. It's your fault BenChua! I will be the one to finish the game you started.

No one till this day know how he did it, even Lord Matthias. Lord Matthias set out with his men to put the Supernatural world in peace which he eventually did but realised his descendants has been cursed, they will not be able to live past 500 years. Who eventually became the Alpha's King won't live past the age, it was then he realised his folly. Golchin wasn't alone, he was working with the Nature Manipulators, a set of people who could bend nature wills and force its repercussions on others. So was their powers Cursing himself, he vowed not to laid with any woman but one day he found himself with a woman in bed, his mate. How?

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Wilbur cried out, falling to his knees. "You said….you were faithful to your master, correct? Well, let's put that faithfulness to a test, shall we?" Wilbur left looking better after a simple spell cast by Reagan. It was a basic purification spell that priests used any time they wanted to pray or offer sacrifices. The curse was the kind that could never be removed. Reagan could clearly see the vengeful female ghosts, two of them, hanging around his head. The curse made them more powerful and they would continue to torment him for as long as they lived. But what was the fun in telling Wilbur that? In exchange for a faithful spy at the side of the new king, he just needed to cast a few purific

Sara continued, “from what my Master, Gareth Swordbane, told me, the Curse King doesn’t just curse for no reason. He creates new curses and new techniques, and when he wants to test them, he seeks out a person—his target. He picks someone randomly, uses the curse on them, and watches what happens. If they survive, he refines the curse, makes it stronger, and hunts that same person again. If they die, the curse becomes part of his ‘collection.’” Danial’s stomach twisted at the explanation. He couldn’t believe that someone would be so cruel, treating people like lab rats just to improve their deadly craft. His voice was low when he asked, “What exactly are these curses? What do they mean?” Sar

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs