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"The Cursed wolf: Aurora in Shadow?" "Evidence Suggests Aurora's Powers Are Not From the Moon Goddess!" "Leaked Photos Show Evidence of a Curse—Is the Pack at Risk?" I sat up in bed so fast I got dizzy. My thumb scrolled furiously, tapping through article after article, my heart pounding louder with every new headline. My face stared back at me, pale, wide-eyed, captured mid-expression at the last ceremony. Someone had even edited dark shadows under my eyes, making me look like some possessed doll.

Amelia said, "Everyone at Solaris Hold." The other three were furious: "That's good, hope that Jaelynn gets caught too!" Amelia didn't dwell on this question. She quickly asked, "You guys know a lot of people. You just said this statue isn't in the Immortal List, so take a look—does he look like anyone you know now?" She took a close look, and this statue was still different from the one in Cursed Wasteland. The features of Cursed Wasteland weren't this clear, not sure if it had something to do with the offering.

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

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 memory of the battlefield flashes in my mind as I quickly clutch my chest, glancing down only to see my chest has completely healed. “You can thank Oshmin for that,” Zarseti says, gesturing to Oshmin. I look over at Oshmin to see he is also bathed in radiant light…but it’s deformed. This gorgeous blue is wrapped up in tendrils of black and somehow, I know I’m looking at his curse. “Guess we won’t be needing the Orraikam anymore,” Oshmin says, looking off where a large pile of glittering dust lays in a pile on the ground.

She felt betrayed, as if the world had never wanted her to live happily. “She cursed me…” she whispered. “What?” She gazed at the woman who was standing beside the bed. She noticed her eyes, those innocent pairs of eyes that looked at her worriedly. “I am cursed… You shouldn’t have brought me home,” Amara replied in between her sob. She breathed heavily and wiped her tears away. “No, hon. I couldn’t leave you in the woods. You’re way safer here, trust me.” Amara almost smiled bitterly. This human didn’t know what she was capable of. She almost harmed her in the woods. If she hadn’t controlled herself, she knew this human would have died from her hands, too. Too, yes.

That I was to be the pack's historian, so I must take special classes at what they called the Artamas Academy School for the gifted. My first memory of Artamas. I was small, so small. I walked in with Esmerelda holding my hand. We walked into a Library of sorts. It looked old, though, nothing like the library at the packhouse. There was a small blonde-haired boy with the most piercing blue- almost ice-colored eyes. Maybe a year older than me. He was doing a puzzle. Every time he got the piece wrong, he winced as if being shocked. He smiled at me, a smile so bright it took my fear away. This place made me want my mother. She left me. She didn't want me. No one wanted me. That is what they tol

With her creased hands folded in her lap, the elder who had raised her voice bowed her head. "You mean to postpone it?" "Until it's time for the pack." With a forceful voice that broke through their unspoken words, I said. "Having no rite is preferable to having a cursed one." For a moment, my only response was the crackle of flames. The elders then slowly nodded their heads in accord, one by one. Elder Vara, the youngest and seventh member of the council, leaned back in his chair from the far end of the crescent.

“Virellion Thasra” “Virellion Thasra” “Thalvren Ekosa!” I opened my eyes and with my finest strength, I shouted; Thalvren Ekosa! And then he starts to say them fast in a gentle voice that I couldn't catch. “Fyralis Corven - From shadow to light, I invoke you to let your soul breathe once more.” “Zerithsl Dravenal - your heart beats, your pulse flow!” “Aelthsrjon Miriak - life rekindle, breath restore, eyes shine bright.”

Despite everything, a small breath of laughter escaped me. But it faded quickly. Because the truth was sitting heavy in my chest. We hadn’t just found a clue. We’d found proof. “Next time… we bring an army.” Someone had been quietly waging chemical warfare against the Crescent wolves for decades. And now that we knew… There was no way in hell we were walking away from it. As we neared the hummer Terrence let out a yell, and we quickly set him down. Alex came flying out of the Vehicle.