Cure Fortune Novels & Stories

She was here to make some bold statement: ‘I can walk in here freely, because Cecilia’s children are with me.’ What a bloody mistake. She had just become the scapegoat for her family’s downfall. Jude reached into his pocket, his thumb opened another conversation. Miss Fortune. His fingers moved quickly across the screen. [The target is close to the sword display. She’s wearing a dark pink dress and white mask. Proceed.] He pressed send and waited. For the first time in three years... He would finally meet the person who had quietly handled billions without ever revealing themselves.

The last couple of days have been a whirlwind. An exciting new development in my curse-free state is that now makkares can heal me. Sebastian had a brainwave and decided it was worth a try asking a friendly makkari to heal me since I was technically no longer cursed, and it turns out he was correct. All the pain, aches, exhaustion, and those disgusting blisters, are now a thing of the past, which is a great relief to me as it now means I can enjoy all the blessings that surround me.

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.

“Cole, what are you trying to say?” Cole folded his arms. “I know you were the one who cured me,” he said firmly. Silence settled between us as I frowned. “Cured you?” I echoed. “Cole, do you realize what you’re saying? I’m not a healer, and the moonfire curse isn’t just any ordinary curse. There is no cure. So…” I trailed off, giving him an incredulous look. He hesitated, frowning slightly, as if doubting himself for a brief moment. Then, he shook his head with conviction. “No,” he said firmly. “I know what I saw.”

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

I'm sure it left an imprint. “How dare you stare into the eyes of your future Luna while you speak? You uncouth bitch!” I finally realized who it was. The lady who thinks she can soften the Alpha's heart. Well news flash, you're about to have a competitor who isn't scared of death. I rubbed my sore cheek and kept my eyes glued to the ground . “I..I'm sorry Luna.”I choked out. “Ohh, you must be the whore Kieran purchased. Let me tell you something swine, your days here are numbered!”

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

My phone kept buzzing as congratulations poured in. I replied to friends and family on autopilot, saying that the wedding was canceled. I was also ready to return every wedding gift, one by one. Then, a new notification popped up on my social feed. Elena had posted a close-up photo of two hands tightly intertwined, fingers locked. The caption read, 'Julian's scent is the most comforting thing in the world.' Julian replied underneath with a hugging emoji. I stared at the bruises circling her wrist in the photo and suddenly laughed out loud.

Heavy footsteps approached, carrying the thick stench of blood and smoke. "Freya!" Fenris rushed to my bedside, his voice raw with panic and despair. "I'm back!" His white shirt was soaked in blood, still dripping in places, and fresh, deep gashes marked his face. But his eyes burned with the light of victory and a near-maniacal joy. "I won!" he said, his voice hoarse but powerful. "I killed every last one of the rogue alliance! Not one was left standing!" "I took back the company, too! Those shareholders who betrayed me, I made them pay the price!"

Their new, defiantly public life was a c⁠arefully ch‍ore‍ographed dance. They⁠ were photographed leavin‌g a prenatal appoin‌tment, Ka⁠elan’s h‍and a protective shield on he‌r back. They atte‍n‍ded a charity luncheon‌ for an arts charity, Elar‍a‌ rad‍iant in f‌lowing b‍lu‍e silk. Each appearan⁠ce was a broadcast to Julian:‌ We a‌re not afraid. We a‍re⁠ her‍e‌.