Cure Mofurun Novels & Stories

I repeat, "A cure? How does it work?" "It's not a potion or medicine. It's how you and Deena operate." "The cure is through witchcraft?" "No, it's deeper than that." Jude pauses and I say, "I'm listening. "I tried to write it down but I'm sure I missed some key components. Maybe she'll reveal herself to you." "Who?" "My mother." "As in your deceased mother?" "No, my living mother. Of course, Ajay. What other mother do I have besides Mama and Eve."

Although he may not possess the same overwhelming power as the other male, a distinct aura of strength enveloped him. He patted the nurse's back and swiftly left the room. The nurse, now standing before me, held up an injection. Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war.

All the more it is hard to ignore that calling. I nodded. "And the cure?" "Monkshood. They put it on the wound or drink it if they could even swallow the nasty liquid." she grimaced as though she tasted it herself. But I cannot say, the matters of learning in that forsaken tower of Carale were beyond what I know.

She tucked back a loose strand of hair and murmured, "You should go now." But Francesco was too thrilled to notice anything else. "Did you hear that? Milo called me Dada. He called me Dada. Send me that security footage later—I want to burn it onto a disc and keep it forever."

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**

Witches.... If Decker had learnt anything over the past two weeks, it was that you should never ever cross them. Those set of people when provoked were responsible for the highest atrocities on earth. Because when has it ever been heard that a werewolf doesn't get to control his turn? He looked around the bush for his pair of trousers and grabbed it. It was already torn and worn out but he needed something to cover up with, as he can't go to their pack naked. Then the first thing he would get around doing was to have a very long shower, eat some good food then give his cousin Ethan a few punches in the face for landing them all into this mess.

Staring at the mirror, the reflection staring back at her was not the composed future alpha of the Blue Crest pack, but a young woman creaking beneath the weight of her failures. Centuries ago, the werewolf clans had thrived, their powers a testament to the Moon Goddess's favor. But their hunger for dominance led to a devastating curse: stripped of their abilities, they were forced to live as mere mortals. They could no longer shift, their sharp sense of smell dulled, including their eyesight, hearing. Their superhuman strength vanished, their rapid healing slowed down like that of a normal human being, their telepathic link to their pack vanished, they could no longer talk to their loved on

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.

Not getting the confusion in his eyes, Mohammed continued. "I have an uncle who suffered from this, it usually came with symptoms of not being able to perform or erhmm, get it up. The clinic helped him, just three weeks sir and he was cured of his..." Cured of his? Ricky widened his eyes, suddenly understanding what he was getting at. Beside him, Jade held another laughter that threatened to betray her facade, her body shook uncontrollably beside him. "I have no problem Mohammed, get me the icepack, that is all." He felt his fury build beneath the words he spoke, sweat of embarrassments rolled down his neck, the vile woman, the cause of his predicament again came to his aid.