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She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

The more he thought of his life, his mission and the things that could possibly happen, the more confused and worried he was. He had never been one to back down from a challenge but he was having two doubts. He began to have imaginations of him dying in this world and not going back to that world. 'Cursed wolf' That word resurfaced in his head and he recalled that was when it all started. That was when he decided he was going to break the curse because he couldn't stand the hate and disgust in the eyes of his pack members whenever they looked at him. Just as Tristan came down from his car, he saw Jade behind the man he was coming to meet.

he said doubtingly. "Yeah, it was a mistake….. Just forget about that," "I am sorry….." I apologized. "Good though you act strange sometimes," nodding his head, he confessed. I gave him a phony smile before looking away. Turning to one of my warriors, I gave him back the paper. I hesitated at first but finally shoved the paper inside his palms with anger, why am I feeling attracted to a cursed image? This is drawing me insane. "My king, what am I to do with it?" He asked submissively.

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.

Eudaemonia also used this opportunity to usurp their most coveted royal throne. “In the year two thousand and two! On the very day of Wednesday! You will have a healthy and happy son! But… at the drop of his twelfth birthday and at the exact drop of twelve o'clock in the morning, he will be a wolf! No one can repay the curse! ” at the same time there is a very strong thunder and lightning that seems to destroy your ears due to its excessive force. The couple was scared. Gatlin knew very well that would actually happen. He was a king but he could do nothing for a curse.

Melody screamed, shielding her face. But Gilda didn’t move. Her arms were raised in defiance, her white robe snapped in the furious wind. “I defy you.” She cried “ You wronged me. I will keep the curse on her.” The light coiled then struck. The it ripped through the veil that hid her beauty, burning it away. The air was now filled with the scent of scorched silk and searing skin. When the radiance dimmed for a heartbeat, half of Gilda’s once perfect face was gone, scorched black, veins of molten gold pulsing beneath the ruin. Yet even in agony she laughed a wolf, broken laugh.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

I stop abruptly and the man stops with me, his hand grabbing my arm and pulling me close. "Did not think someone like you would be this shy-" he traces my face with the back of his fingers and I slap his hand away from my face, shaking lightly. "Someone like me?!" I hiss between my teeth and it seems that my rage only fuels something within the man as he smirks at me, showing off his disgustingly yellow teeth. Up close, Father Cassimir is even more disgusting. Maybe if he took better care of himself... no! It was a matter of the heart! his heart was tainted and no amount of water and soap would wash that away!

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.