Novel & Cerita Curse Painter

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

Liam said nothing, but his raised brow told me he was waiting for more. "I don't know what to believe anymore," I continued, my voice breaking slightly. "I don't know why I'm here instead of dead. I don't understand any of this." I gestured at the painting. "But I know I want to help, even if I don't know how yet." Liam snorted and stepped further into the room. “And you think replacing his trauma with amateur artwork will help?" "I think giving him something besides pain to look at might help," I shot back. "But I don't know, Liam. I'm just trying to help you break the curse.”

Alexander He gritted his teeth as he studied the image of his lycan above the marbled mantlepiece. The painting was done by a royal pack member, Paul Cezanne in 1858. The worth of the art was invaluable like the artist himself. No matter how much he tried to relax, it was impossible. His wolf was snarling and roaring in his head, wanting blood on his sharp canines. The blood of the enemy. A fucking necromancer. He will tear him piece by piece by nightfall tomorrow.

However, due to their lack of knowledge on the subject matter, they were not able to confirm what exactly it was. But, it was a different story for the schoolmaster. As someone who used to be an apprentice necromancer, he could tell right away that this was not a work of someone who practice soul art. This was an entirely different thing, and in his lifetime, he had only known one person who could perform a similar curse like that, Delicia. Her magic used to leave corrosive remnant because it was activated by her deity blood. Nonetheless, despite knowing all of this, the schoolmaster decided to let the teachers misunderstood the situation. For now, he was determined to feign ignorance.

"Who are you?" "The world forgot my name long ago, when hope still lived in mortal hearts. So I took a new one, carved it from the screams of the abandoned." Its long fingers curled like dead branches reaching for sunlight that would never come. "I am the Cursemaker. I am the one who weaves pain into purpose, who transforms suffering into strength."

Through Evan's murmurings as he spoke to the picture of me over the past two days, I now knew that Carmen was an underboss for a criminal organization. The police had been hoping to unearth the hidden criminal boss through her. At the time, they were still finding a way to get close to her. Unexpectedly, while buying me a cake, Evan ended up running into Carmen, who had forgotten her purse. He'd paid for her coffee on her behalf, and just like that, she fell in love with his gentlemanly demeanor.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

I inquired knowing fully well that Cheryl didn't dabble in the dark arts. “Yeah, that's the one, and it was to bind a curse I got from my former pack,” she answered, and I nodded, knowing that she wasn't telling me everything. My cock had a mind of its own and seeing the sheer dress rising up on my prize all thoughts of deception vanished as I leaned over her to touch her curly covered cunt. Sliding my thick fingers through her folds at her entrance I stuck my middle finger up inside and gazed up at her face. Her walls were tight against my finger, but dry.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......