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Aria stumbled backward. No. It couldn’t be. Not again. Kael seized her shoulders. “Aria—speak to me.” “It’s a binding signature.” Her voice trembled. “A curse signature.” Kael’s expression grew grim. “Your father’s?” “No.” Her eyes widened. “This one is different. It’s… twisted. Hungry. Someone is attempting to awaken a dormant curse.” “On you?” he growled. “On the land,” she exhaled. “On all of us.”

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

She carefully unrolled the scroll, her eyes scanning the arcane symbols and encrypted messages. But as she translated the ancient text, a sense of foreboding settled over her. The scroll revealed a startling twist—a fragment of the dark curse responsible for the Magus's transformation was entwined with the Veritas Reliquary. To break the curse, they would not only have to find the Reliquary but also discover how to separate the dark fragment from its protective magic.

Then the topic of the curse came up again. "Azalea said the curse wasn't made by a vampire, and I've been thinking about that a lot." "Is that so? Hmm...." I frowned. "What is it?" "Actually, my team has also found some things in the cave. The Quartz is identifying them," Xavier explained. "With this additional clue, the scope of the investigation subject can be narrowed down." I stilled, thinking for a while. "The culprit can't be a werewolf, right? Our people can't use magic."

Marilyn pulled away from the hug and we all focused our attention on Kabal. "Spill it," I ordered, on seeing how grave his facial expression was. "The curse might have been broken, but you aren't entirely okay," he announced. I stared at him, wondering if he actually understood what he was saying. My heartbeat was back to normal, my vision was more clearer than ever, my body was no longer showing any sign of trembling. So what the heck was he talking about? "Another problem. So what should we do this time?" Jarek asked, sounding so annoyed.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.

"Clever alpha. Yes! The curse was my insurance. If any Ruby Wolf turned against me, the cursed wolves would tear them apart. But you were supposed to be my puppet, not my enemy!" Caius appeared beside me, his eyes wide. "The ancient texts mentioned this—a curse designed to counter corrupt Ruby Wolf magic. But it was incomplete, unstable." "Not anymore," I said. The Queen screamed in rage and dove toward us, following black fire. I braced myself, letting the curse flow through me. Purple energy covered my skin like armor. When the Queen struck, her darkness crashed against my light like waves on a rock. "How?" she asked, her face contorting.

Beelzebub nodded his head as Crocell comforted me with a hug, placing a kiss on my head as if to say it wasn’t my fault. It really isn’t but if I knew how I was cursed, it would help a lot. “What do you have?” Crocell asked while still hugging me close. “Well… we all thought the curse is indestructible as long as fates permits it, and as long as the one who placed the curse is alive—of course, we can’t kill your father unless we want to wage war with heaven and promptly tip the universe’s balance and destroy pretty much everything you can imagine.” Beelzebub waved his hand and showed an ancient looking paper. “This is a Celtic manuscript that had information on curses—well, to make the story

Kazuma was frozen. It was like time stood still for him to process all that, but he still couldn't find it easy to believe what was special about him. He just wanted to live a normal life and die like other people, was it wrong to have given birth to him? a cursed someone? But at the second thought, he thought it wasn't that bad since he'll die and reincarnate to start anew. "Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows.

Please tell me if you know“. ”I know a book where you can get information about curses. The ingredients and concoction process in creating the curse cure. I'm sure you can find the cure in there“. ”Where can I find it?“. ”You can get one in every sects. They have one in their forbidden library“.