Novel & Cerita Curse Painter

he said. “Isn’t Chris your friend? So, all this time he was the mole?” I asked him and he nodded. “What will you do now?” I asked him. His aura changed, and he went from a playful to being dead serious. “I will kill anyone who tries to get in the way of breaking this curse. No one will hurt, I will rip apart anyone who even breathes wrong around you” he said. Why did those words just make me all warm and giddy inside.

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

And that’s dangerous. I turn toward the main road, my feet heading in a familiar direction on their own. Too many thoughts race through my mind, a tumult of chaos. I can feel the weight of the curse pressing against my shoulders. The peace treaty, the princess, the Mate Bond—each element threatens to unravel the very fabric of my pack’s existence. I want to say that’s the only reason why I’d wanted to rip that kid’s head off. But it isn’t. I am truly screwed. In every damn way.

Her voice wavered as she crouched down and snatched the baby bottle from the woman's unsuspecting grip. Her hands trembled, her eyes wide with dread. "W-Where did you get this bottle?" Turning toward me, her gaze was filled with accusation and despair. Tears welled up as her voice cracked. "This… this is the bottle I gave to Nicholas, isn't it?!"

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

She was working on a art piece for days. Her brush paused mid-stroke. A phrase bubbled up from her memory, jarring and unwelcome. “I don't need to put a curse on you,you are already cursed.” William’s voice. Soft, persuasive. Poisonous. Madison’s chest tightened. She swallowed hard, blinking rapidly at the image on the canvas, but suddenly it blurred. Her hands trembled slightly. “I hope you find joy.but somehow I doubt you will.” She set the brush down gently, like it might break if she let it fall too quickly. Her shoulders sagged. The painting seemed to accuse her now…freedom? What freedom? Her past still had its grip on her.

Morvath said evenly, “that something is being written.” Silence again. He continued. “Small alterations. Coincidences bending too cleanly. Outcomes aligning where they should not.” Kaelith leaned forward slightly now. “If the Painter exists, they would not know what they are.” “Correct,” Ilythra replied. “Untrained?” Valerian asked. “Yes.” Cassian exhaled slowly. “That makes them more dangerous.” Because an unaware creator has no discipline. No restraint. Druvien’s eyes flicked across the chamber. “And you believe Pendragon and this Painter are linked?”