Cursed Genshin Novelas e Histórias

Lucien answered, "He still rules, but not for long." Her curiosity heightened her eyes. "Oh. Thus, the young Alpha continues to believe that he is king. He's under a curse. I tell you, I'm cursed. cursed. At last, Kieran spoke and moved forward. "He has become conceited. careless. "And silky," I continued, sounding icy. "His Luna has blinded him. So far, everything is going according to plan. The pack is divided and restless. Now is the ideal moment to attack. With the same mischievous glitter in his eyes as our mother's, Lucien spoke. Mom gave me a knowing smile as she tilted her head.

“The moment Ryosuke was born, he was transformed into a piglet. As you know, he is actually cursed. Curses achieved at birth are usually hereditary. But it is no special trait that I have ever seen.” “I knew that from the start but I wouldn’t be actively looking for you if it weren’t for another curse.” Ryosuke said and took off his shirt. “Another curse?” Changming questioned. Ryosuke removed his shirt to show his back. Even Shoraku, who is normally composed, was shocked to see it. Kazuha remembered the rotten alligator skin from yesterday. “Good god? What happened to your back?” Noriko asked in disgust. “That is the Gu curse. You trespassed the Fenxian mountains, did you? When did this hap

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

I sucked in a breath. Not from pain. From the way she touched me. For a second, neither of us moved. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something— Another horn blasted through the air. More hunters. I clenched my fists. “This isn’t over,” I said. She nodded, Before we could realise it, warriors came through. Elara immediately healed me and I shifted back to my wolf. This set if hunters were not able to shift. They were known as the cursed. Birthed by a werewolf but unable to shift. They remained human.

His breath was hot… and laced with pain. “Damien—Damien, look at me.” My voice shook. “Hey, hey, stay awake—” His fingers twitched once, brushing my arm weakly before going still. Panic clawed up my throat. “Gavin, what’s happening to him?!” I yelled, turning toward him. Gavin crouched beside us, face tight with restrained fear. “He’s been cursed.” My blood ran cold. “Cursed? By what?” “It started when he was a teenager,” Gavin said, voice low and bitter. “We still don’t know the origin. All we know is that it attacks him from inside. It eats at him, and burns him.”

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.

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.

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

Jealousy reared its ugly head and I forced the feeling back. “The young ones don't know. I took a human companion every few decades, and Keren's mother is one of them.” Gently, he untangled me from him and put enough space between us. “There's more, Vi.” He said at my confused look. “There’s a curse. I have had fourteen mates and I have killed every one of them.”

Cyrus’s eyes carried a glare as he stared at his cousin. “Tell me you realize what is going on here,” Gedoni spoke. “What is going on?” “You know Cyrus. Do not pretend with me. I am family.” “Gedoni, get straight to the point.” Cyrus snapped. He was tensed, because like Gedoni said, he knew or suspected what was going on. “it’s the curse Cyrus, Yemanja’s curse. You cannot deny it.” Cyrus gave Gedoni a dirty look. “Gedoni, you can’t take that seriously. Yemanja is a bitter old woman. How can her careless words hold any meaning? You can’t be serious.” Cyrus denied it, but he could sense the feeling. The fear that was growing inside of him.