Novel & Cerita Cursed Eye

But that image soon warped, replaced by him coughing and choking as my eyes crossed the next line: "...bleed to death..." Blood. So much blood. Not just Kael… even that of the male that had tried to molest me in my pack— the male I took an eye from, blood in the cell… I tried to breathe. "...passed down through generations..." —his hands clutching at his throat, his body writhing. His skin turned pale, lifeless. "...affecting certain women..." "...unknowingly carrying the curse..." I slammed the book shut, trying to catch my breath which had picked up—fast, too fast. Blood, Kael coughing, choking, more blood, those haunting eyes... it was all I could see. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled

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 has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“Blue-eyed wolves? I’ve never heard of that one.” Zora nodded, pulling a thick tome toward her and flipping it open. She turned the pages with practiced ease, her fingers tracing the ancient text before she stopped at a particular section. She pointed to the words with a knowing look in her eyes. “The legend speaks of a pair of wolves, one a black wolf and one a white wolf, whose eyes are blue. It’s said that these wolves are destined to lead, to unite the packs and bring balance to the world. They’re not just any wolves—they’re the chosen ones. Their bond is said to be unbreakable, and their strength unmatched.”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

A young woman stood in the center of the room with brown braids resting over her shoulders. Her skin was pale, almost glowing under the chandelier and her eyes were a deep, striking, crimson shade. They were wide with fear as she stared at me. She had crimson eyes? Crimson eyes were rare and considered a curse. Only those born on an auspicious day carried that color. How had someone like her survived as a slave? And why in the goddess’s name was she brought to me? Why would anyone think I would be interested in a cursed woman? But her scent… her scent was driving my beast insane. It felt like it reached inside me and twisted something vital. My control was slipping and I wanted to ruin her,

"Tell me, child, what did you see?" "How?" She just nodded at me to continue. "I saw Hanna... dead....and a coven of witches attacked our pack during the training camp. All the ranked youth from all the packs in town dead. It was hard to understand. I don't....." I trailed off, trying to remember details that were fading. "How many times have you had visions?" Esmerelda looked worried. "This is the first one." "Hmm, they are subjective. They won't get more accurate until you mature." I slumped myself onto the bed in relief.

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 color of her eyes, why-' William's mind went blank for a moment. He just kept looking at Leona's emerald eyes with a look that was difficult to interpret. There was something attractive about those eyes. A color that is relatively rare for William to meet in his life. Not just the emerald color, but like there are other things that make William interested to continue to stare at those beautiful eyes. 'Click' William immediately turned his gaze towards the door of his room. There were three men who froze while looking at William with a surprised look. William didn't understand why they were looking at him like that. Before he finally remembered the girl who was now in front of him.