A Curse So Dark And Lonely Series Romane & Geschichten

Rigel had spent hours, days, poring over ancient texts, searching for anything—any prophecy, any curse, any name—that could explain why history was repeating itself. Why Daniel was being hunted. Why Daniel was losing himself. And then, as the candlelight flickered over a faded, nearly crumbling manuscript, Rigel found something. A passage that sent ice down his spine. “The First Cursed One shall rise again.” “Bound by fate, shackled by time, a weapon forged twice.” “Beware the one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.” Rigel’s breath caught. “The one who walks in the light but belongs to the dark.”

Wind slammed harder against the stone—storm calling, war brewing. Lucy rose, climbing onto the bed beside him, laying against his chest. His heartbeat thudded beneath her ear—alive, powerful. He wrapped an arm around her waist—protective, claiming—and exhaled a shaky breath into her hair. There, in the dark, when they were close enough that fear couldn’t fit between them, Karl whispered: “The curse is a chain. You’re the only one who has ever broken it.” Lucy laced her fingers with his. “Then we keep breaking it,” she said. “Together.”

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

“Don’t don’t touch me when I’m like this.” “I’m not leaving you.” “Lena, if the curse takes full control, I’m dangerous.” “Then let me anchor you!" He lifted his gaze, pain etched deep. “Anchors break.” “Not this one.” Another tremor rattled the mansion. Somewhere in the walls, a low, mournful howl rose up. Damien straightened, chest heaving, his eyes flickering between human grey and that eerie, silvered curse.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

The curse of the iron rose is about this small land which once was rule by both darkness and light but for a unknown reason, the darkness starting the war that is still being fight to this day. When all light are gone along with the the land history, magic and the believe in the creators, marker, zodiac sister. The darkness replaces it with their own and brain wash everyone in Everwood. When the light start to some back into the land, the zodiac sister is ready for a round, but this time, their more powerful. Will the light won this time and end the darkness era of power after many years? Read the keeper journal to find out.

I let out a sudden, incredulous laugh, sharp as glass. "Oh, come on. Don't tell me there's a bloody Disney reference in there. True love's kiss. You cannot be serious." His mouth twitched, but his eyes remained dark. "I thought the same when I read it. I wanted to laugh it off too. But Lilith..." He tapped the page. "It's not a fairy tale. It's what happened." "But then how am I still alive? I should be dead. The curse contained immortality as well." Silence pressed in on us, heavy and tight. At last he lifted his eyes, absolute and unflinching.

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER FIFTEEN. The light rain fell. Accompanied by an icy wind , it swept past through the night, it was moonless. The aura was dark with evil magic, the type that sent icy chills to the spine. The monster walked in the dead of the night , it blended completely in the darkness. Awaiting its unfortunate prey. It's skin was peeling off painfully, white worms peeked and crawled out of the exposed layer.

he snarled as he reached into his coat with his uninjured arm and then, he pulled out something…black, metallic, small and had a sharp edge. Then, he flicked his wrist and tossed it towards me, clattering against my chest before landing right into my laps. I stared at it. I picked it up with shaking fingers. The metal cut my skin, sharp enough to make me bleed. Silver letters shone in the bright light: ZAURIK THORN. Lycan king of the Deadlands. One Year. One Rule. My heart beat fast like a trapped bird. “Why me?” I whispered. He moved closer, heat coming off him, shadows growing with his movement until they covered mine. He leaned down, his breath felt hot on my ear. “Because you smell like