All Chapters of Omega's Blessed Curse: Chapter 71 - Chapter 77

Kieran's POV I was furious. The sheer amount of dark magic that Bridge had used to summon those wolves was beyond anything I had ever seen. It wasn’t just reckless, it was evil. He had caused destruction without cares for who got caught in the chaos. And for what? Power? Control? I clenched my fists as we walked. The thought of how close we had come to losing everything made my blood boil. I had barely escaped the fight without serious wounds. The burns on my hands had healed, but the memory of the pain still lingered. And Nyx… If anything had happened to her, I didn’t know what I would have done. The wind had saved us. It had come out of nowhere, powerful and fierce, tearing those monsters apart. At first, I thought it was a natural storm, but deep down, I knew better. It had felt like something greater, something beyond mere chance. It felt like the Goddess. She wouldn’t let us die, at least not when there was still so much left to do. The fight ahead was too big. The missi

Nyx's POV We headed straight back to the Windwalker pack house, our hearts lighter than they had been in a long time. We won. The battle had been brutal, and at times, it felt like we wouldn’t make it, but in the end, we stood victorious. The weight that had been pressing down on us since this all began finally felt a little lighter. Kieran, though badly hurt from his fight against Bridge, chose to let his wounds heal at a slower rate. It was surprising at first, considering how quickly we usually recovered, but I understood why he did it. He wanted to feel every ache, every bruise, it was his way of reminding himself of the fight, of everything we had just survived. And apparently, we could all do the same. I first thought it was a problem until he showed me how. Despite the injuries, the mood among us was different. Lighter. There was joy in the air, a relief that we had finally overcome one of the biggest challenges thrown our way. The battle had taken so much from us, but it h

Kieran's POV I was taken aback by the dead pack that was standing again. The look on their faces was just normal. There was nothing that could describe whatever they were feeling. It was just like a dead chicken, standing up to walk about, still dead.“How the fuck are they alive?” Nicholas muttered in shock.“Whatever is causing this death is way more powerful than we're giving it credit for,” I said, grabbing a piece of metal on the floor.“How do we even kill a bunch of strong dead people?” Gary asked.“Fuck, how do we kill dead people?” Jephta asked, looking panicked as they began walking towards us.I was glad that we were all on the same page about what needed to be done to them.“Well, make sure you take out their hearts,” I said. “The life-form of any creature ends when blood can no longer flow, and the key to making that happen is taking out their hearts.” “Well then, let's plug out some hearts, right?” Nyx sighed, and we met the already running mob of the dead pack on thei

Nyx's POV We had arrived at the next pack, ready to investigate and uncover whatever clues we could find. The air was filled with the stench of death, a heavy, suffocating scent that clung to everything. It was eerily silent, as if the land itself was holding its breath. The atmosphere wasn’t just unsettling, it was wrong, deeply and unnaturally wrong. Kieran stood a few feet away, speaking with Nicholas. They seemed to be in a very heated discussion. From the little I caught, they were discussing different ways to handle an army of the dead, if that was what we would be facing. It was clear that they weren’t just throwing around ideas for fun. There was an understanding between them that whatever was coming was likely far worse than we could predict.I focused my attention on the bodies before me, trying to ignore the way my stomach twisted in discomfort. They were eerily similar to the ones in the Bultir pack. Their skin had turned dark, a mixture of black and deep purple. Their