Novel & Cerita A Curse So Dark And Lonely Series

~Meara I stare across at Hazel, feeling myself growing impatient. She sits at her dining room table, flipping through an old book, waving dust out of her face with every page turn. The death's currently plaguing the pack haven't come from nowhere, and it's no coincidence they have started with Sire's rising. This is the curse, and the only person I trust to figure out how to stop it is Hazel. She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter.

a Elder Garrick leans forward, "A darkness that goes back generations. Every male in your bloodline was born with a ticking clock." My eyes narrows. "What curse?" Each tale felt as though a blow I never saw coming was striking. I'm a man that works strategically... I hate anything fucking impromptu, I visualize things, I plan, and I control. Elder Thorne, cold and severe, leaned forward. "The Curse of Madness. A seer centuries ago warned that anyone born into your line would be consumed by isolation and insanity unless they bonded with their true mate before the age of thirty."

THE WOLF AND HIS CURSE Ronan’s POV The road from the Stormline border stretched like a vein of old sorrow beneath the sky. My horse moved in silence through the mist, each breath forming ghosts in the cold air. The dawn was pale, the kind of light that carried no warmth , only judgment. Behind me, the riders of the Lycan Guard followed at a distance, their armor dark and silent. They knew better than to speak when my thoughts turned inward. For days now, the ache beneath my ribs had grown heavier. The curse was tightening again , slow, invisible claws digging through blood and bone.

“She’s of age. A virgin. Her womb is not touched by magic or man—” “She looks more like a starved servant, are you sure she's your daughter?” Cole scoffed. “You sure this one’s not cursed?” "Cole." I called my Beta in warning as that was a sarcastic question. Everyone knew Lilith was cursed. Rumors had it that at nineteen she had seven dead mates. Who had that number of mates in three years I didn't know, but when I felt the need for a surrogate when my beautiful Luna Rachael could not conceive, I felt a strong urge to come for her.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

I nodded and quickly went on my way to her. The sight of Luna Tilly broke my heart. She looked so small, so fragile, lying there amidst the tangle of her mates’ shirts and trousers. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, and her breaths came in shallow gasps. But it wasn’t just her physical state that unnerved me—it was the dark aura that seemed to cling to her like a second skin. The curse was alive, pulsating, feeding off her life force.. A sudden, sharp gasp from Luna Tilly caught me off guard. Her eyes fluttered open, glowing faintly with an unnatural light. “It’s here,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “The darkness... it’s here.”

My fingers twitch slightly, ready to execute the next phase of my plan when the moment is perfect. The pressure on my throat increases until my vision tunnels with darkness encroaching from the edges like approaching night. Still, I remain calm, my pulse steady despite the oxygen deprivation. This pain is temporary. The damage I'm about to inflict on Alexander Westfield will last forever, cascading through generations of his family like a curse. "Like groom, like bride.” My voice is raspy through his choking grip, barely audible yet cutting. "Why does it sting so much, Alexander? Isn’t that what men like you do? Take what they want, whether it’s theirs or not?"

I whisper. He pulled me into his arms and his lips found mine in the darkness, his hands wandering over my back before reaching down and grabbing my ass, pulling me closer to him. I sigh in pleasure as sparks of passion flicker between us, my arms clinging around his neck in an effort to keep myself standing. Eventually we broke apart and he smiled sheepishly at me. "I want to take you on a proper date, if you'd let me. I know our time together has a time limit thanks to your curse, but I want to do this properly."

I shifted full—pup massive and terrifying—and pinned the leader by the throat. She laughed with blood on her lips. “Too late. The curse wakes full. Dark will swallow him.” Her words hit like a blow. A vision flashed through all our minds—an old witch hiding a spell. The Remnant witch had cast a curse long ago: the mixed blood’s light would feed the dark if the mate bond completed the wrong way. Nyx’s eyes widened in horror. “No… I love you. I won’t lose you.” I ripped the leader’s throat out. She went limp. The fight ended, but something had already started inside me—the dark whisper growing.

"I promise." "Good." Alpha Rowan's eyes close. "Good. I'm… I'm sorry. To all of you. For everything." His breathing slows. Becomes shallow. And then… stops. The room falls into heavy silence. Alpha Rowan is dead. The curse has run its course. And through the bond, I feel something shift in Zane. Something in Darko changing. "Zane?" I move to his side. "What's happening?" "The curse." His eyes are wide with wonder. "It's breaking. I can feel Darko… he's not dying anymore. He's—"