Cure Dream Novels & Stories

What if I'll get the disease and die? I winced the thoughts away. There's no way I could get the disease since there were no infected nearby and besides, I could always wear my mask if I needed it. Herbs! I have to get some herbs, my stock were very little and my journey is still very lengthy. I smiled at myself, am I really doing this? It's like one of those tales where a man strides across a country just to find the thing he seeks. An adventure. But what am I looking for? Yes, I know for myself that I am after the cure but what is it? What is the cure?

Jette: The curse will have no ending as well… Candy: There’s no cure. Jette: (Scanned all the pages of the book) No. There’s no cure…

“It was weird that our spirits got separated, right? Like, we are always together, but in that dream place we were unique spirits.” “Yeah. It was kind of weird. I mean, even before you were eighteen, I was just hibernating inside your mind. I don’t understand how we could become separated.” Lavender contemplates. “But like you said, it was a dream. Anything can happen in dreams. It’s your subconscious trying to send you a message.” “A message… Well, it was definitely about the cure.” I wash the shampoo out and replace it with a conditioner. “I just wish I could remember more.”

he threatened. “I don’t care too.” I turned my back on him. “The magic made you lose your special wolf and memory. You were progressing, but now we are back at square one.” His voice sounded hurt, and he sighed, muttering something. “Is there a cure?” I whispered slowly as the waves of sleep washed over me. “Yes, there is. But you won’t like it,” he answered. “What’s that?” My curiosity jumped with excitement. “The cure lies in us having another child, and this will break the illusion around your head,” he said, encircling his hands around my waist. A shiver coursed through my body at the very notion.

Our blood must be the best-kept secret of all. Yasa and Amelie understood this. “How is it that they found a cure?” asked the old woman. “Selene is a visionary potion maker, and she had a dream about how to modify a potion to act as a cure, but in the dream she saw that it needed a good spell, so that's why Yasa and I are here,” Amelie explained expertly. “Maybe it was the gods finally taking pity on us,” the old woman said and bowed on the floor to begin praying.

Whatever happens, we face it together. Relief washed over Levi instantly. He grinned like an overjoyed puppy, curling into my arms before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against my lips. That night, I had a dream. I saw myself being dragged back to the Grant family estate. Silas had prepared a wedding gown for me, forcing me into a marriage I didn't want. Vivian sat in a chair with an eerie smile. My hands were tied, so my struggles were useless. Despair settled deep in my chest—I could already see the miserable fate awaiting me.

“Nexus said you’ll have a vision about your fate when the contract activates...” Selena sat bolt upright, pain and IV be damned. “Nexus? Who the fuck is Nexus?! And what vision?! What fate?!" Selena was practically vibrating with confusion now. She pointed violently to her chest, where the faint glow pulsed through the thin fabric of the hospital gown. "A-And this! What the hell is this?! You see this?! Do you?!" Theo, infuriatingly, didn’t even acknowledge her spiraling questions. He remained seated like an arrogant sphinx, one finger rhythmically tapping his chin in thought.

Even the Elder Council in the Capital had once summoned her to treat an important figure. The stone was real. But I shook my head. Charles snorted. "See? I told you she was a liar." Victoria’s expression soured, while my father and stepmother adamantly refused to let Quinn marry a crippled wolf with no future. But Charles spoke again, his tone infused with a chilling confidence. "I've already found a cure. Once I'm healed, I'll be back at the company." "If Quinn marries me, she'll want for nothing." Quinn nodded emphatically. "That's right, Mom, Dad. I know a powerful healer who can definitely cure Charles."

If he doesn’t find a cure soon, he’ll die. “And what type of sickness?” I asked obscurely. “From what I heard, there were strange traces on his chest and arms but they were suddenly cured overnight,” Hendrix replied. “Strange traces on his chest?” I said out loud. This curse is taking effect very fast. If Damon doesn’t find the cure very soon even the moon goddess won’t be able to save him. “You’ve been sitting in this room all day, Master! Why don’t we go out for some scones? I’m tired of sitting inside all day,” Hendrix lamented.

Brandon answered right away, "How could that be possible? Xander, are you out of your mind? It was Phantom Poison, and you say they've been bedridden for how long? You're overestimating me. I bet only two people in the world could cure it. "If you talk nonsense like this again, don't blame me for blacklisting you." The sound of the call ending left Xena utterly stunned. "Now, do you believe me?" Xander asked. Xander's expression was grave. The situation was too strange. Curtis had been cured, but they had no clue who did it. His curiosity was piqued to the extreme. Otherwise, he wouldn't have made that call in the first place.