Novel & Cerita Am I Cursed By God

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

“Do you intend to indicate that the priest will alert the others if you were to cause anything extraordinary on that day?” "Just as you say," "Why don't you just make the priest nod off?" “If you knew I could, I should have done that sooner.” “Why? Why do you believe you can't?” I give him a stern look, but he only fixes his gaze inward. “The curse is the main reason. Can't you just see that, Solstice? I've been cursed from the time I was born, exactly like the monster they are talking about,” he is now looking at me with a look of tremendous resentment.

“We’ll protect this secret with everything we have. This goes far beyond natural sickness. We’ve seen every doctor worth their salt, yet no one has even been able to name what the hell is wrong with us.” I turned my head toward the window. Pale light washed over my skin, outlining every scar that marked my chest, reminders of battles won, enemies fallen, and the price of power. “What do you think Kelly could do about it?” I went on bitterly. “A cure has never been found because there is none. This isn’t some ordinary illness. It’s not even a disease. It’s a curse.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “A curse from Selene herself.” “Why would the goddess Selene grant us so much power; power beyond

“You saw it? This curse is terrible and I need human blood to become human again. Every time I have to search for blood and blood. I don't want to enjoy dirty human blood. Because of this I hated the god of war so much and the girl I met him, I hated the god of life. Why can't I just die? A curse like this is tantamount to making myself die of suffering slowly, torturing me! " I can't say anything else, this woman has the right to be angry about something that happened to her and that god of war is indeed very cruel. A god shouldn't have done this to him, the god of war should have given him a chance to find the woman he was looking for.

I asked my head still on his chest as I wondered if his heart will give up more than what his mouth was will to. What could've stopped a proud alpha like him from doing what he wanted to do? “I'm cursed.” He blurted out. For the beat of one to three, I didn't react until his two-word reply sank in. “Sorry, what?” I asked my head snapping up. This has to be some sick joke because how could he cursed? “Yes, I am.” “But… but… how can you be cursed?” I stammered. “You're the Alpha.” “Yes I am. But there's no where it is written that an Alpha can't get cursed.”

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Aurora's smile haunted me, her laughter echoing in my mind. I'd promised to protect her, to keep her safe. But I'd failed. And now, Amara was standing in the same spot, vulnerable to the same darkness. "I'm cursed," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Amara's grip on my hand tightened. "No, Alexander. You're not cursed. You're haunted." Haunted. The word struck a chord within me. Yes, I was haunted by my past, by my failures. But Amara's words offered a glimmer of hope.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I