"Why do we need to protect mortals? They're living in the 21st century. They no longer believe in us!" "Because this is our oath." Xue Er, a 1000-year-old white dragon from Long Sheng Jie has been sent to the mortal world to protect it from evil forces. Living under the name of Miracle, she begins her journey of the recurring mission. But because mortals no longer believe in the existence of dragons, she cannot use her elements as much as she wishes to. Upon saving a mortal from becoming the fourth victim, things turn more complicated as she learns the truth behind her birth. What exactly is going on? Will Miracle be able to complete her mission in the world of mortality? Or will she be the next death of her species?
View MoreHello, my beloved readers! 🌸 Thank you so much for spending your time on Tears' Curse. I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading it. Dragons have always been my favorite mysterious creatures, and this explains the birth of this story. Whether are they real in reality or otherwise, who are we to say? After all, there are a lot of things in this world that humans will never know. And I choose to believe in the unknowns. Last but not least. let's wish Miracle and Melvin to live happily ever after, and the world to be safe and protected. Much love 🌹Linda Lsc *** The End.
Layers of protection around the house were gone. Traces of silver fronds were nowhere to be found. Miracle stepped in and looked around. The existing somber ambiance released the grief she concealed deep within. Flashes of him were still everywhere, punching her with a strong pang of regret. "I wish you were here with me, Mr. Hayden," she wept. "I wish you saw how we defeated the evils. I wish you—" "I wish I was there to save you like how you did to me, Mr. Hayden." Melvin came close and interlocked his fingers with hers. She tightened their lock, her eyes showering shades of guilt and sorrow she had toward her half-mortal father. Lips trembling, she couldn't hold back her stream any longer. "I miss him, Melvin." He patted her head and pulled her into his warm embrace, straightening the black tangled strands peeking through. Perhaps it was her illusion, that every touch he laid on her had healing power, dissipating her buried pain of losing somebody she treasured. "He'll want y
Her tears came falling down like rain. She did stop the war, but not the separation. The scene turned harder to bear when Mr. Maddie too was distorting in shape. He raised his hand and stepped back, stopping them from getting any closer. 'Don't,' he mouthed. He had his revenge. And now he was ready to go. 'It's time to meet my brother.' His voice echoed as the last solid piece of him faded away. Born as a fallen angel, die as a fallen angel. This was the principle Arlyaen planted in them since the day they were born. "Don't go?" Miracle whimpered, watching her tears fall through the translucent body in her arms. "I'm s-sorry..." Melvin pulled her closer for another deep, soulful kiss. "I love you," she breathed out the words. "I… I love you." He gave a faint smile. "I'm glad..." His grip on her was loosening. "N-No... Melvin. Don't do this to me…" She caught his hand and held it against her face with much affection. The lower half of his body was dissolving, turning into
At the back of her tongue, their blood was merging. Something was awakening deep inside her, igniting the presence of a strange new vitality. She sensed it. Scars were healing, energy was recharging. Rumbles of lightning across the knobby clouds aroused a new radiance on the pearl, glowing it brighter than before. Breaking off the kiss, she arched her body and looked deep into the sky as if it were communicating with her. The little sphere floated from Melvin's palm, reaching for her chest, into the hole where it used to sit. Miracle jerked. Strong elemental refinement dashed into her body, restoring her inner cultivation. Branches of veins glided at a rapid pace, emitting a strong, blinding scintillation as they swam toward her ruined mark. A rush of tingling numbness was spreading across her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't feel herself. When darkness descended again, her pain was gone. "Perhaps, I'm meant to be the one ending this war." She curled her lips and released the
Any deeper was going to hurt her. He yanked the poniard away. He couldn't do it. Not to her. "Don't do this to me..." he begged, pressing the pearl against her scaly chest. "Get in... Get in please." But it wasn't obeying. "UGH! Damn it!" Melvin pulled her closer and buried his face in her neck, knowing it'd only cause her more pain if he were to continue with the push. "D-Damn it…" He raised his head and stared up above, hating the fact that the dragon girl in his arms was fading away. The night had yet to turn brighter; the day was still far to be called. Right in the middle of the woods was the happening that mortals were never going to believe. Melvin sensed defeat. Nothing turned out as planned. The protectors of peace… were losing. Arlyaen walked to them, stimulating an electrified plasma ball in his hand. It was enlarging, churning out a continuous flow of pulsating current as the coruscating filaments extended from the center. "Owning the world of mortality has alway
Now, a breath was all it needed to expose their whereabouts. "Hyntece, you promised me you'd never be like Lryke. You said that regaining status as an angel is what you've been dreaming of all this while." There was a strong note of threat in his words. "Show yourself, traitor!" Vyre lashed the wild grasses around. "Come back to me, my child." Arlyaen softened his voice and wrinkled his nose to sniff out the presence of his own member. "Only I can grant that dream of yours." Miracle craned her neck a little, trying to peep at the situation. Too sudden. Startled, Melvin quickly pressed her down, hushing her to remain still. But that was it. The next second, a violent squall hastily swept in their direction, thrusting the grasses around them away. Miracle slacked her jaw at the real appearance of the Lord of fallen angels. His lids were topped with slimy scales. Streaks of thin vermilion branched to every corner of his reddened eyes, highlighting the deadly glare flooded with
Arlyaen jerked his hand slightly to the left, and the dagger swished past Melvin's bruised cheek, hitting the rock at the back. At that instant, it seemed as if time had stopped. Until the screechy laugh tore the silence apart. He had won the deal. Red chains on Melvin's head clinked as he struggled to push his body up from the ground. Drips of blood streaming down his face continued to echo. He flashed the white dragon a terrified stare, his cracked lips quivering to speak. "You shouldn't have thought you had an option from the very beginning," Arlyaen said with strong hatred laced in his voice, "white dragon." Miracle avoided his eyes. She knew she was officially repeating the sin her mother had committed. For a fallen angel, she was going to betray her species, her mission, and the entire of Long Sheng Jie. The evil Lord snapped his fingers. One of the hundreds of thumping capsules clicked open, dropping the raw heart onto his hand. It was the fifth bloody meal he had as far a
"Wait a while more," he said to the twins in his office. "Wait? We don't have any more time to waste, Mr. Vincent!" Lyn exclaimed. The room fell into pin-drop silence again. Frowning, Vincent took off his specs and cleaned them with the cloth he got from the drawer. Blueness in his eyes was exposed. Though he looked calm, no one knew how unsettled he was at the moment. Miracle was in Arlyaen's hands. Whether she was alive or dead was undetermined. He knew better than anyone else that they should be on their move and not sit back and do nothing like now. But he was waiting for someone. "I don't care. Even if it's going to cost me my life, I'm going to barge into their f*cking territory and bring back Miracle!" Lyn clenched her fists and shoved away Kingsley's hand that was trying to stop her from leaving. Right then, a knock on the door broke the tension growing in the air. "Maybe I can be of some help." With his head dropped, Vincent smiled and let out a silent sigh of reli
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