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My vision blurred, and I had to blink rapidly to clear the haze of tears forming at the edges of my eyes. The text was dense, but a crucial word stood out: "However…" My eyes widened as the passage continued, hinting at a detail that might explain more about the illness's nature or its origins. "Should the symptoms persist, it is said that the curse might—" I anxiously flipped to the next page. "Luxuria?" A voice called, and a knock on my door jolted me out of my research. I scrambled to my feet as the knock startled me, hands fumbling to shove the heavy books off my table, hiding any trace of the knowledge I was desperately trying to uncover.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

Just then, Gabriel walked in seeing both of them in tears and he rushed towards them. "What is it? What happened" he asked with panic in his eyes. "We're scared, what happens if we are not able to find a cure before our turn to die" Minx asked. "We will find a cure, we are already working hard on it and there's no way I'm letting you die," Gabriel said Minx gave him a small smile and he gave her a peck on her forehead. ** "Wendy, we both know who's doing all this, why don't we confront her and ask her aim and what she stands to gain," West said as he entered the attic of the pack house where Wendy now spent long hours searching for the cure to the plague on the werewolves.

I'll die a sad and lonely wolf and all because my father thinks keeping me locked up like this is protecting me. I know you'll probably ask why I don't just go outside without Siri noticing but believe me, I've tried. The cottage is fortified with some sort of magic or enchantment, anyone can just walk in and out, anyone except me. Each time I try to walk out that door, I become enveloped by excruciating pain and it almost feels like I'm engulfed in fire, the flames blazing at my skin piece by piece.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

The entire pack probably knew before I did. Crowley disappeared into the back room and returned with a large wooden case. He set it on the table and flipped the lid open, revealing rows of colored vials. Antitoxins. Hope. “Perhaps,” he said, “if you can scent the antidote, you can match it to the wolfsbane strain. Zey might manage it.” I shook my head immediately. “I can’t smell anything but the mate bond,” I admitted, jaw tight. “Her scent is overpowering everything. It’s all I can do not to—”

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Tucked between two crumbling tomes on astral duplication was a scroll sealed with wax stamped in blue fire,my new fire. My hands shook as I broke the seal. It wasn’t written in ink. It was written in memory. The moment I touched it, images flooded me: Myself, standing in a circle of black stone, hands raised, eyes blazing. Jason, kneeling before me, not in submission, but in surrender. A voice, not mine, whispering: “You cannot love and rule. Choose one." And then… a second Aria stepping out of my shadow, smiling with too many teeth.

He have to build their relationship on these three things if he want to survive the curse. No matter what, he will never let her trust him. He set the plate and sat at the table waiting for her. He has exhausted her body last night. She doesn't feel it because of his magic potion but she needs to eat and get her human energy back. Valerina came down and frowned at him when she saw him sitting at the table. He hardly enters the kitchen let alone sitting at the dinning table. He was looking at her unbothered like he haven't done anything wrong. He looked at her up and down. Her White sundress and long damp hair, her golden eyes were sad and scared but still there was hint of anger and he find

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.