Novel & Cerita Cursed Audiobook

His breaths were beginning to sound heavy, I could hear my own heart thumping so loud that I feared it might explode. His phone suddenly rang and only then did he pull away from me. He squinted his eyes at the caller ID for a moment before staring at me. "Duty calls, I’ll be back and don’t try anything stupid. My guards are not so lenient." He mumbled in his deep baritone before heading out briskly. Whoever that was, I was grateful for the call. I couldn't even begin to imagine what would have happened. The whispers began emanating from the book again, this time stronger than the last. I might not be able to cure his curse but something about this old brown book was compelling me to read it.

He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.

She gasped too as soon as she did. "The Solutions to all my curses," Rendall read aloud. "Flip through it and find ours," Helia said eagerly and Rendall began to do what she had asked me to. He flipped through the pages carefully until he stumbled on a heading. "The Destined Curse of The Werewolves and Werelions," Helia read aloud. "Destined Curse?" Rendall asked and they both looked at each other. They looked back at the book and frowned. "You've got to be kidding me," Helia frowned. The page they were both looking at was torn. The only thing that was left was the heading.

"You came back from the dead to tell bedtime stories? , My late father told me before his dismissal..." Galiver chuckled softly. "Mock it if you wish. But the signs have already begun. The moment she touched the book, the curse reawakened. The air you breathe in this mansion now belongs to it." As if on cue, a low rumble echoed through the ground — faint but undeniable. The chandeliers above swayed gently. Luca's expression didn't waver. "I've dealt with curses, Galiver. I destroy them." The old man shook his head slowly. "Not this one, Don Luca. This time, the curse wears your own face."

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

But, even if the soul resonances are correct with the physical body but the resonance meant was cut off in the middle like when he’s watching a movie to the climax then the shitty TV station cut it right then and switched to the commercial ads. The unpleasant feeling like this tells him that even if the Prime minister was telling the truth, it's not the whole truth. He was hiding something and didn’t tell them. “Shit…. What the hell is that?” Aurelia curses out loud as she watches the screen of her notebook. An enormous army of more than one million cursed ones mixed with many strong cursed entities is traveling through the ruined city and wasteland and from many angles from the satellite. I

His pride cracked. His voice broke. “FUCK YOU, NEXUS!!” The cry echoed through the office, but nothing changed—except the burning now crawled into every inch of his body. It was too painful, he'd almost considered praying to the gods to smite him right there and then. But not yet. He had things to do. He needed to know what happened to the empire and the emperor he used to serve 1000 years ago. Something Selena, a mortal, could never give him answers, but then again... fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows.

I heard the cloaked man's voice but I couldn't see him, my vision was clouded with tears and shadows. I soon heard him speaking in a strange language and before I could try to figure out what was going on, the needles in my body began to heat up and my body went rigid. I screamed again, my voice renting the air as I heard the sickening sounds of cracks and snaps, almost as if my bones were breaking and reforming. The pain that I felt in my entire body was excruciating. My throat contracted and my voice went mute. My body suddenly began to jerk and convulse uncontrollably, rattling the chains as the sound of the Vampire's voice became louder.

I hear a deep voice that sounds so much like the enemy. "I haven't started. I meant it when I said a curse can not produce more curses, "he ends with an evil laughter. "Kill me because if I survive this, I will come after your family and kill them all. And when we finally come face to face, I would whoop your ass like daddy said, "I speak in a low tone that I begin to doubt that I would be heard. "All mouth, but it is all good. We will see how good you are eventually", he laughs, and I smile as blood drops down my mouth.

I could have been consumed, my obituary unwritten, or my death concealed beneath a fabricated account. I shuddered at the mere thought, releasing a sharp breath. "Please, enlighten me. What exactly is transpiring here?" "My brothers and I are afflicted by a curse," Caspian confessed, his voice heavy with the weight of it. I blinked, my entire body becoming still as I listened intently.