Cure Macherie Novels & Stories

All three heads turned toward the floor at once. Then it came. A sound older than words. A roar too deep for any machine, too primal for any engine. It vibrated in Ellie’s teeth, sank into her bones. A low, rolling rumble. Scales. Wings. Wrath. Ellie staggered. “What… what is that?” Cerebus’s golden eyes burned. His growl was not for the soldiers anymore. It was for something older. Something waking beneath them. The Chimera. Level 5 — Surface Exit

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

I nodded. Errol still hadn’t able to talk to anyone. He was hurting himself because of the loss of his unborn child and fiance. For him, it was entirely his fault. Even I would lose my sanity if I’m in the same situation, especially that Errol saw his fiance commit suicide in their penthouse. "Errol will get better," I assured Eros. I knew Errol was weak right now, but I had faith that with time, he’d find his way back to himself. He just needed to heal.

His voice grew more hysterical. He shook my body frantically, but I would never respond again. My head fell to the side, lolling on my neck like a broken doll's. And in that instant, a cataclysmic agony tore through his chest. The mate bond. It was shattering. As if someone were slowly, meticulously sawing through his heart with a dull blade. The pain drove him to his knees. He clutched his chest, a scream of pure, animalistic agony ripping from the depths of his soul.

" No matter how desperately I tried to stop them, all I could do was watch as they tore apart my research records and shattered the culture dishes. Amid the chaos, I saw Cheryl pull out the final sample I had locked inside the cabinet. It had been donated by the family of a rare disease patient after their death. The only sample left in existence. "You can't destroy that!" Even if not for Zack, there were still countless rare disease patients in this world waiting for me to save them. Cheryl sneered and ground her heel hard onto the back of my hand. The pain was so sharp I was forced to let go.

Momentarily, he sat zoned out before answering, "Micah needs you afraid of me." "Why?" "Because I cursed him and then cured him. He wanted you to be his mate." "You're talking as if I understand your language. Make me understand, Jude." "I need to mate, but Micah tricked me into cursing him so he could mate with you before I could." Still confused, I sat squinting. He sighs, "You're changing. My bite cursed you, so I must cure you like I cured him." I stutter, "I-I'm ch-changing?"