Cure Melody Novels & Stories

“I won’t stand for that. We need to find a way to loosen you.” Melanie wiggled her brows in the process of saying this and Amara just could tell that she was up to something mischievous. However, before she could even get the chance to speak, Melanie had bolted up right at the sound of a familiar music tune playing in the background. “Oh my God,” She gasped. “This is it! That one song!” She said while tapping Amara’s shoulder rapidly. “W-what one song?” Amara asked, confused.

The name of the disease in the notes is curable. Weirdly enough, the doctors I worked with in the Moonveil pack have a remedy that can reduce its effects for years before eventually erasing it. I do not doubt that if Cassiel’s witch doctors got their hands on that information, they could modify and make it better. She doesn’t have to suffer. Ceila goes to work every weekday, hangs out with her nurse friend every weekend. She had a calendar, a digital one with everything she planned to do for the month. Auburn got her hands on that. So that’s how she knows this information.

“Thank you. So, if this works, does it mean we successfully traveled back in time?” “Technically yes,” He chuckled, “but we’re not really heading towards the goal of human discovery but a desperate need to find a cure for this epidemic.” “I see,” I thought of spending more time with my family. It was selfish but I can’t help but think about the ways I could be able to be with them again. The final running of programs are finished and right on cue, the countdown chimed telling everyone to settle to their stations. Louie and I stood behind a thick screen of glass along scientists jutting down notes.

“This is only the beginning. There is the other Beta, his name is Kody. He is mated to somebody that plays in the same orchestra as Melody, they have two kids.” Drew interrupted Michael. “Is there any time she’s away from all these people?” “I wasn’t there long enough to see any time you can get to her.” “There has to be a chance sometime. No one is that protected.” Drew was on his fourth drink. “Her pack isn’t the only ones around keeping an eye on her. Melody runs the cancer ward of the hospital. The council is supporting her with her research. At the time she is in the hospital, there are nurses, and other staff with her, along with two guards. It might interest you to know they have a 9

“Honey, please don’t blame yourself. After all, you didn’t know the Bloodshed clan would practice such an evil curse art!” Selena, on the other hand, smiled bitterly. “Let’s work together, shall we? It’d be best if we can remove the curse, but if we can't, it’s okay too. After all, my wish of seeing you and being by your side is granted. I’m happy and contented.” “I’ll definitely try my very best to remove the curse!” Fane tightened his teeth, and his eyes were filled with determination. Seeing that the sky had turned dark, the group rested for the night. The next morning, Melody’s injuries were completely healed, so the four of them set off and walked out of the cave together.

"Jude's grandfather. I'm sure Julius feared Jude would never find a mate. Mama made everyone believe that. Out of fear, Julius gave his journals to Isadore. Julius hoped Isadore would find a way to stop Jude from becoming someone neither Eve nor Jude wanted to become. Before Isadore died, he gave them to Melanie's mother, who gave them to Melanie. Melanie loved Jude and tried to use it for her benefit, not to cure him." Nodding, he replies, "Well, as the story goes, your curse is my cure; your cure is my curse." Instantly, I have an epiphany. Stunned, I stare his way, and Floyd asks, "What?" Looking away, I answer, "Nothing, but I must go now." He grabs me before I leave and asks, "Will you

Michael guided me. I hit the button and my finger nearly slipped with excitement. “Dr. Melendez is gone. He died not too long ago," I let go of the button. “Who am I speaking to?” “My name is Clementia. We were assisting Dr. Melendez while he tried to find a cure. He succeeded and passed it on to us before he died. We returned to his facility here in New York, and it’s already spreading throughout the entire city. Soon the entire country will be cured.”

The desk is organized chaos, stacked reports, clipped charts, a half written note in Melody’s tight handwriting. Her handwriting. That detail keeps punching holes in my disbelief. I sit in the chair across from her, hands clasped together so hard my fingers ache. My elbow still has a fresh bandage from the blood draw, and the memory of the vial labeled WOLFSBANE sitting in my trunk makes my stomach feel permanently tilted. Melody moves like she’s made of purpose. She doesn’t fidget. She doesn’t hesitate. She collects a small glass, a jar of dried leaves, and a vial of amber liquid, ingredients for a plan.

I was going to do this. By the third swallow, the edges of the clearing frayed. The chanting became a thin wire of sound; then it split into harmonies that were not entirely human. Zeph’s deep voice and Evalandra’s high one braided into something that rang in my bones. Colors crawled at the corner of my vision — not quite light, not quite shadow. My stomach felt like a drum struck too hard.

Serena lets out a soft laugh, the kind that comes only after pain has bloomed into joy. I wrap my arm around her, the other resting over our daughter. And in that moment, I know— This is it. Not just the end of waiting, but the beginning of everything. The life I never dared to imagine. The home I never thought I’d find. The cure I never knew I needed. And the love that rewrote everything. **THE END**