Novel & Cerita Curse Rune

Her printer sparked. Zara took an instinctive step back. “Maxim—” Then he raised his hand. The ash lifted, swirling mid-air like a sandstorm caught in moonlight. It glowed faintly red. Runes pulsed inside it—alive. Maxim’s palm ignited. Flames licked his fingers, blue and gold. He torched the curse with a single spark. The air stilled. Silence returned. Zara stared at him, chest heaving. “Was that—?”

I dropped to my knees and slammed my bloody palm down on the center rune. The ancient magic pulsed in response. The stone glowed. First silver. Then gold. Then crimson—deep, living crimson, like it was bleeding with me. Behind me, I heard Silas hiss in pain as he cut his own hand and pressed it to the second rune. “By our oath,” he said through clenched teeth. “By blood and flame and fang. We claim this bond. Not the curse. Not your shadows. Us.” The cursed wolves hissed and shrieked. Some recoiled. One tried to lunge forward—

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

All members of the criminal organization would be in attendance that day. Lilies were Carmen's favorite flower, so her bouquet was made out of them. Yet, when the ceremony began, Carmen saw Evan standing up ahead with a bouquet of roses—my favorite flowers. Though she had a puzzled look in her eye, she continued making her way toward him. With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act."

Instinctively and without a single thought to what he was doing, Rune cupped up his palms, “ Deus speculum aetherium, maledictio vestra fit ignis, qui vos ardet. Corruptio vestra, finis vestra est. Umbrae vestrae in vobis sunt, et oblivio vestra vestra fit.” (Divine mirror of aether, let your curse become a fire that burns you. Your corruption is your end. Your shadows are within you, and your oblivion becomes your own.)

“I don’t know.” “Yes, you do.” Her soft voice reached me past the panic, and my mind slowed down. “That’s it, my girl. Calm your thoughts. Sift through the options. What rune could it be?” The options flashed through my mind. Strength made no sense, and it was missing the bottom curve. Poison might be closer to their intention, but there was no cross to be seen. The death rune made sense, and it had the sickle part, but again there was no rounded bottom. “Grandma, I can’t find it.” I turned to Rowan, and I watched as he tried to pull his hand back from Vince, but he held his hand in place. “Why won’t he let Rowan’s hand go?”

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

All I wanted to do was go home and never remember this. “Laurence, you will become Alpha, but to achieve that you need to break the curse I bestowed upon you as a baby. I won’t tell you anymore, you need to figure it out yourself or ask your father. With that, Scarlett wandered over to me untied me and said “We will see each other again soon”. “If you don’t find your Luna by your 18th Birthday which was in 4 months, then you will be forever cursed”.

“Where did you put her? You fucking bastard! What have you done to her?” His brother, while wiping the blood that dripped out of his mouth, laughed with an intensity that annoyed Rune. “How come you are so pathetic?” he mocked. “You have lost your mind, dear brother.” A wicked growl came from Rune’s depths. But before he could use that feeling to strike Maxon down, the terrible curse reached him first. With a wheeze, he grabbed his chest and fell to his knees. Next thing he knew, he was back in the darkness that enveloped him before.