A Curse So Dark And Lonely Series นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She looked away as she spoke as if recalling a certain painful memory. "Then you do not know anything about my curse. My little bride has been listening to false news." I intended to patronize her but failed. "You can just tell me yourself then." It was odd how comfortable she had gotten with me in such a short while. "You don't want to know how dark my curse really is Lila." I chuckled darkly, watching as the expression on her face turned to an inquisitive one. "How dark?" She asked. "So dark,it consumes your soul and sends you to a pit of misery. And by that, I mean you die Lila."

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"

A deep growl sounded so loudly, catching everyone’s attention for a moment. Elliot had approached the castle doors, but was stopped as Lucian stood in his way. Dane must have noticed him and realized what he was up to. My heart froze as I worried for my mate and the fight that was about to ensure. Elliot shifted back into Callis, who seemed even darker than before. He had grown in power as well, but not the good kind. Darkness surrounded him like a second skin, holding him in its cold embrace. A small part of him still called out to me, begging for help. He wanted to be set free of this curse, and I wished desperately that I could do that for him and his pack. Perhaps then none of this would

ZEPHYRINE's POV. I stood frozen, my mind reeling in shock. "Cursed!" someone shouted, and the word was taken up by others, echoing through the clearing. "She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious?

had killed them, but Death had really released the devil from his box. Every wolf in the pack was adversely affected by the curse effect. In order to help the wolves in the pack infirmary survive the night, Celeste and the witches worked alongside Clarissa, the senior doctor of the pack, to provide as much assistance as they could, particularly to the younger wolves. Celeste looked around, but the darkness had engulfed the moon. Already, she sensed the curse’s vicious hands prowling the atmosphere. The fact that she was powerless to stop the wolves’ deaths made her pain much worse. Until the tenth Blood moon rises, anyway. It was still a few weeks off. The witches have only that one chance

They shall know love the way a moth knows fire, completely and briefly and without survival. They shall birth daughters only, so that the line continues and the punishment does not end with one. They shall die in misery as Elena's lover died in misery. This I speak into the bone of the world. This I fix into the blood of her daughters. Blood for blood, Elena. I begin with yours. * I sat with those words until they stopped feeling like words and started feeling like something else. Something with weight, something that had been sitting in my blood my entire life without my knowledge. My bloodline was cursed.

"I have been alone for a very long time. By choice, but, alone." "So have I," I said. "Even when I was with Darius. I was alone." He looked down at where his hand still rested. "The curse…" "The curse is a fact about the present situation," I said. "It is not a verdict on the future." He looked at me with those silver eyes, and I held them, and the warmth in my chest that had been there since the forest, the low steady hum that my wolf had been sitting beside for months, resolved into something clearer. Something I could name, now, if I chose to.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

"The voices I carried for nine centuries are now screaming inside your blood. Right now, they are quiet because you are close to me. The Null blood requires proximity to its source to stabilize the curse. If you leave this estate, the distance will weaken the tether. The voices will return. Louder than before. They will eat through your sanity like acid through paper." I turned the handle. "You're lying." "Am I?" He didn't move to stop me. He just watched. Waiting. I opened the door. The hallway outside was dark and long, lined with old portraits of people in clothing from different centuries. I took one step across the threshold. The scream hit me like a physical blow. Traitor. You promised