Novel & Cerita Cursed Founding Chapters

He asks as he stands. I nod mutely, now more invested in the food than anything he has to say. He steps from the room for a moment, and if there were no guards, I would probably use this chance to make a run for it. He returns a small painting in his hand that he places in front of me. “This is Sire with the Alpha at the time," he tells me, pointing at each figure depicted in the painting in turn. I frown, looking closer. There is Sire, with his dark hair and tattoo's. Beside him stands a man I recognise as the founding Alpha. He's only called that because he absorbed Sire's old Pack once he was cursed.

A faint click sounded, followed by the slow grind of a concealed door sliding open. Inside was a safe—my own personal vault. It held only the things that mattered. Money, letters, secrets no one else would ever see. And the stolen book. I pulled it free, my hands steady despite the storm in my mind. The cover was worn, the edges frayed, but the power within had never faded. I flipped through the brittle pages, scanning the text with a sharp, desperate focus. Then I found it—The Mark of the Triarch. The inked script told a story as old as the first wars of our kind. Unlike the Mark of the Septarch, which granted sevenfold power, the Mark of the Triarch was lesser—but just as powerful. An awak

If he was unable to provide an heir or at least bring evidence that he was capable of having an heir, then the crown would likely return to Stefan whose wife was already pregnant. Although Damian acted like being the alpha didn't matter to him, I could tell he was lying. He was hurt, even if it wasn't because he was going to lose his birthright, he was probably angry that he might not be able to have a child of his own. He probably loathed me by now, all I've done since I entered his life was create problems for him. First it was Michael, and now his people would probably go back to calling him cursed because I couldn't bear him a child.

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“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “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 pr

There was no need denying it… Selene had been summoned, and she was in their midst. Maymunnah started on Killian’s family history, recounting how the curse had started and how it had claimed the Silvercrests one by one. Kendra squeezed her mate’s hand in silent support as the tale was being told, for she could feel his pain as though it were her own through the bond they shared.

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By the time they broke through the tree line, the town was burning in full. Fire ran through the streets. People scattered in every direction mothers dragging children, men wielding broken tools as weapons. And in the chaos moved the rogues, wild and twisted wolves whose minds had long since rotted. Alaric was off his horse before it stopped. His boots struck the ground hard. The curse in his blood stirred, coiling deep beneath his skin. His claws slid out, dark and sharp as obsidian. The air around him shifted, thickening with power. He didn’t wait quickly He moved cutting down as many as he could quickly and swiftly.

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

--- End of Chapter 17 – The Countdown to Zero Next: Arc II, Chapter 18 – “Imperfect Eden.” In the aftermath of the Alignment, the world learns to live with flaws—and begins creating beauty from them. But beneath the peace, a faint new rhythm stirs: something born from neither Mira nor the curse, a third consciousness whispering in the cracks of creation.