Behind The Green Curtain Novels & Stories

They smiled for photos and then slipped away, ghosts in evening dress. Grayson vanished into the rafters, climbing into service tunnels and overhead catwalks until he found a dark niche above the main floor. He rigged the small transmitter into the event’s AV cluster quietly, then crawled into the ceiling to wait. The ceremony began exactly on cue: rehearsed speeches, liquid applause, practiced smiles. On the giant screen, a slideshow of charity projects played, children laughing, clean water, glossy hope. The live broadcast rolled outward: dozens of channels, hundreds of living rooms, feeds into the world.

We have never talked face-to-face for how many months so Noni filled me with so many tea while I'm having my meal. "By the way Kanna, you already know Groom right? So how was it," I ate a slice of my burger first before remembering what I had watched. "Hmmm, he's weird," "Eh? What do you mean?" "Everything about him is weird! Like why is he hiding his face," "That is some part of his strategy to gain viewers of course," Ken replied. I shrugged. "And you know what? There have been some rumors spread about Groom before. They said that he's a kind of guy who loves to fuck different girls. I don't even believe that half of this rumors are real," Noni said.

she said with a smile “Today is about finding a dress” she gestured towards the row of dresses already placed on a row of hangers “Go on then” she said, her eyes twinkling with excitement. “Let’s see which one was made for you” I grabbed the first gown that stood out, a deep emerald green, and stepped behind the curtain. The emerald green dress was beautiful, but as I stepped out from behind the velvet curtain, The Luna merely tilted her head. Her eyes swept over the silk, and she gave a small, noncommittal hum.

So, I entered quietly to sit by her bedside. But when I stepped inside, I noticed that the curtains around her bed were drawn, concealing someone's presence. Curiosity piqued, I listened intently and heard a scuffling and grunting noise coming from behind the curtain. The sound of stilettos made it clear that it wasn't a nurse.

The Violet Curtain was not a wall of heat or static. As Killian and I walked toward the edge of our expanded territory, the shimmering energy felt like a cool, rushing river against my skin. The air inside the perimeter was pristine, heavy with the scent of pine and the deep, thrumming vitality of the mountain. But the moment we stepped through the barrier, the world hit us with a suffocating wave of despair.

Liniluna’s pulse gave one measured beat. “Did he specify urgency?” “No.” Liniluna inclined her head once. She went when she was ready. The greenhouse stood at the far edge of cultivated land, glass panels catching muted light. Inside, green life pressed upward in orderly abundance. He was already there. Of course he was. Mivirick inclined his head when she entered. She returned the gesture. Neither moved to close the distance immediately. For a moment, they simply walked, slow paths between growing rows, the scent of damp earth rising gently around them.

Grace spread her arms defensively. “Yes. She's not." Amaya spoke up too. I just stood behind them with a rigid heart. It was as if the cigar had wiped away my fear hormone. “Let me just follow her. I'll be back girls." I said with less concern, my voice deeper than usual. Grace turned to me, worries written all over her face.

After their jewelry shopping, Natalie led Sara to a clothing store. The clothing store was filled with an array of elegant garments, each vying for attention. But amidst the vibrant colors and exquisite designs, one particular green-colored gown caught Sara's eye. It was a floor-length gown, made of flowing silk fabric in a shade of emerald green. The bodice was adorned with delicate lacework, accentuating the feminine curves, while the skirt cascaded down gracefully, creating a mesmerizing silhouette. As Sara's gaze fell upon the gown, her eyes widened with awe. She felt an instant connection, as if the dress had been tailor-made for her. The vibrant shade of green seemed to mirror her own

We turn a sharp corner, and the grand foyer erupts into view–undecorated and cold… and full of green eyed members of this court, this castle. Maids and servants. Alphas, and their Lunas. High ranking warriors and commanders. They funnel into the ballroom as if in a trance, their eyes glowing green and bodies covered in open, bleeding symbols. My stomach pitches and turns. My dress feels too tight. I can barely breathe. One man stops walking. He slowly turns his head, that green light flickering several times–like he’s fighting for control–before the single sliver of self he has left is yanked from him, taken over by the curse once again.

Finally, they quickly turned into a pool of blood. The speed was shocking. Everyone walked over. Standing in front of the greenhouse, Gu Xi pushed the door gently open. Everyone looked at each other and did not expect it to be so simple. Xing Beiyan led the way in. The glass containers inside were full of grass with lush leaves. This must be the so-called Soul Revival Grass. Everyone's expressions relaxed slightly. They didn't expect to get it so easily. "Yan!" But right at this moment, a clear female voice sounded.