Who Created The Unforgivable Curses Novels & Stories

They tried all they could to stop the curse but it was all futile. When the royal family found out that they couldn't stop the curse, they made the first bride a sacrificial price to appease Qetiyah but that wasn't all. The royal family harbors a great secret that's could cause changes to the kingdom of Katula. The royal family was more than what the pack members thought about them. They were cruel, powerful, and full of authority. A thousand years passed and the curse continued with no way to stop it but fate had a lot for the new generation of the Anderson royal family

“They saw your love for him,this incubus this immortal and they feared what it could become.” Seraphina stepped forward. “So they cursed me?” “No. You did.” Lucan’s brows furrowed. “What?” The woman tilted her head. “You knew the Council would never let you be with him. So you created the Sleepless Curse. You made it appear like a punishment. But in truth, it was a spell to hide you. To reincarnate without their interference.” Seraphina staggered. “I… created my own curse?” “Yes,” the woman said. “But each time you awakened to your memories too early, the curse began to unravel and the Council tried to kill you. That was the cost.”

Fortunately, she has the power to made him to be in cage. Four hundred years ago, The wizard and the confessors, then, engaged in a war for the Institution heir Post. It was so sad and a big slap at the mother confessor's face, when the wizard killed all male confessors. Then, she made a curse upon it: that, “Every male confessor given birth to must be killed they are useless to the Universe”.

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

"For whoever designed the curse. They feed on the pain. The suffering. The slow destruction. Use it to fuel their own magic. Make themselves stronger." "Julian." "No. That's the thing. Julian didn't make this curse. He's using it. But he didn't create it." Darion stopped pacing. Looked directly at me. "The witch said only a handful of sorcerers in history have been powerful enough to create soul eater curses. And the one who made mine is still alive. Still active." "Who?" He hesitated. Just for a second. Like he didn't want to say the name. I didn't want to make it real.

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

He does not like fighting with his brothers. “Fine, how about this, Lucifer? I have just been notified there is a curse set upon you. There always has been, and she is the one to make that curse happen.” Lucifer’s eyes flash up, looking at Belial. “What curse? No one has the power to curse me.” Lucifer tries laughing, yet Belial’s eyes tell him it is the truth. “When the holy Lucifer fell, God granted two curses.” “The first was your need for blood Lucifer. The second, one day, Lucifer would find a mortal that he would feel the need to protect. A mortal that he would end up loving. Only that love drags you back to heaven and gives you a mortal soul.”

This was no ordinary act—it was the beginning of something irreversible, a curse that would worm its way into Carmela’s life and never let go. Closing her eyes, she began to chant, her voice dropping into a low, guttural tone. The words that spilled from her lips were old and powerful, words that had been passed down through generations of those who had delved into the forbidden. Her chant grew steadier, each word a stone thrown into the dark depths of her magic. She could feel something stirring in the air, a response to her call, an acknowledgment from forces beyond sight. This was no simple spell; it was a declaration, a vow sealed by her own bitterness and desire for control. Each word s

"I think at some point he managed to feel something so pure, but the reality was that power blinded him and he acted behind my back. He wanted to find power; he removed things that were sealed, and he created magic that no one could ever decipher but himself, and when I confronted him, he said he did it out of love, because he wanted to be as powerful as me or more so, because I deserved someone capable of defending me as I deserved. That made me see the reality of his heart, so I presented everything before the council of gods, accepted my punishment, and we went to confront him." “Shit,” said Selene, and the Goddess laughed. “Yes, everything went to shit,” said the Goddess. “He created cre

"Wait. We can make a deal." "No deals. You experimented on children. You killed innocent people. You deserve to die." "Please. I can tell you everything. I can tell you how to remove the curse." I hesitated. "You can remove it?" "Yes. I created it. I know how to undo it. Just spare my life and I will tell you everything." I wanted to believe him. The curse had been a nightmare for years. If he could really remove it then maybe I should let him live.