"Why do we need to protect the mortals? They're living in their 21st century, 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 h
View MoreHello, beloved readers! 🌸Thank you so much for spending your time on Tears' Curse. I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading this story. Together, we wish Miracle and Melvin to have an everlasting love, the world to be safe and protected.Much love 🌹Linda Lsc***Appendix龙圣界(Long Sheng Jie) – Realm of dragons. Home of Xue Er (雪儿), Xiao Xun (小寻) and other immortal beings.龙神 (Long Shen) - God of dragons红尘机(Hong Chen Ji) – Wheel of mortality located at the back of the castle. Clicks to the external bar every 18th year, symbolising the start of history to be repeated.无因蕨(Wu Yin Jue) – A mystical fern in Long Sheng Jie. Produced silver fogs to replenish divine breaths of immortals.夜晨馨(Ye Chen Xin) – A plant species in Long Sheng Jie. Absorbed thousand years of nourishment to emanate light among themselves for the birth of tiny little plant elves.天无泪(Tian Wu Le
Layers of protection over the house were gone. Traces of silver fronds were nowhere to be found. Miracle stepped in and looked around. The existing sombre ambience released the grief she concealed deep within. Flashes of him were still everywhere, giving her a strong punch of regret. "I wish you were here with me, Mr. Hayden," she teared. "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 slid his fingers into her palm. She tightened their locks, eyes showering shades of guilt and sorrow she had towards her half-mortal father. Lips trembling, her stream was starting to leak even more. "I miss him, Melvin." He patted her head and pulled her into his embrace, straightening the black tangled strands peeking through. Perhaps it was her illusion, that every touch he laid on her had a healing power, waning off her buried pain of losing somebody she treasured. "He'll want you to be happy," he
Droplets of tears dripped 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 reaching any further. 'Don't,' he mouthed. He had his revenge. And now he was ready to go. 'It's time to meet my brother.' His echo cut across the air 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 falling through the translucent body in her hold. "I'm s-sorry..." Melvin took her in for another deep soulful kiss. "I love you," she breathed out the words. "I… I love you." He gave a faint smile. "It's nice to hear..." The grip on her was loosening. "N-No... Melvin. Don't do this to me…" She caught his slipping hand and held it against her face with much devotion. His bottom half was dissolving,
At the back of her tongue, their blood was merging. Something was awakening deep inside her, igniting the presence of a strange new zest. She sensed it. Scars were healing, energy was recharging. Scratches of lightning shone across the knobby clouds aroused a whole 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 though it was 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 in place. Strong refinement of elements dashed through, restoring her inner cultivation. Branches of veins glided at a rapid pace, emitting a strong blinding scintillation as they accumulated around her ruined mark. It was stimulating a constant numbness throughout her strengthening body. And when darkness returned, her pain was gone. "Perhaps, I'm meant to be the one ending this war." She curled her lips and released the dragon wit
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 was to continue with the push. "D-Damn it…" He stared up into the plane of dark, hating the fact the dragon girl in his hold was fading away. The night yet to turn brighter, 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. Reverberation of Arlyaen's wicked giggles was rustling the fallen leaves into heaps. The protectors of peace… were losing. Arlyaen walked to them, stimulating a ball of electrified plasma in his hand. It was enlarging, churning out a continuous flow of spooking current as the coruscating filament
Now, a breath was all it needed to expose their whereabouts. "Hyntece, you promised me you'll never be like Lryke. You said to regain status as an angel is something you've been dreaming all this while." There was a strong note of threat under his tone. "Show yourself, traitor!" Vyre slit the shrubs. "Come back to me, my child," Arlyaen softened his voice, wrinkling his nose to sniff the presence of his own member. "Only I can grant that dream of yours." Miracle extended her neck a tiny bit to get hold of the ongoing situation. Too sudden. Melvin quickly pulled her down, hushing her to remain still. But that was it. With one blow from Arlyaen's hand, the hedge holding them in between split apart. Forced-out leaves scattered across, flying in the direction of the stronger gravity. She slacked her jaw over the real appearance of the Lord of fallen angels. His lids were topped with grimy fish scales, highlighting the pair of fury eyes loaded with wrath. Streaks of thin vermilion
Arlyaen jerked his hand slightly to the left and the dagger hit the crag behind. For one moment, it seemed like time had stopped, until the screechy laugh tore the silence apart. He had won the deal. Red chains tied to Melvin's head clinked as he pushed his body up from the puddle. Ripples of blood into the plash continued to echo. He flashed the white dragon a terrific glance; cracked lips quivered to speak. There was a second Miracle noticed a little shake coming from him. But like the gaze, it disappeared too fast. "You shouldn't have thought you had an option from the very beginning," he expressed with a strong portrayal of hatred in his voice, intensity increasing as he shortened their distance, "white dragon." Miracle avoided his eyes. She knew she was officially repeating the sin her mother committed. For a fallen angel, she was going to betray her species, her mission, and the entire of Long Sheng Jie. A waft of scarlet sparkled on his palm and one of the hundreds beating
"Attack. Not be attacked," he said to the twins in his office. "How?" Lyn asked. Vincent took off his specs and began cleaning them with the cloth he grabbed from the drawer. His brows drawn in, blueness in his eyes exposed. He was stressed, what more when he didn't know the whereabouts of their enemy. "Maybe I can be of some help." A tap on the door interrupted their discussion. Kingsley turned and looked at him questionably. "What do you mean?" The man ignored him. Lyn pulled her brother away from the main desk, making way for the familiar face. Surprisingly, Vincent wasn't taken aback by his sudden appearance. "You're right. Just like what you've suspected all this while, Vincent," he paused to take in a deep breath, "I'm one of them." Mr. Maddie. Kingsley arched his eyebrow at his sister. Lyn shrugged and placed a finger on her lips, telling him to not make any noise. "Thank you for coming to us." Vincent smiled, and there was a brief hesitation in his voice before he said