Novel & Cerita Cursed Human

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

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.”

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.

Deadly. The one who cursed the world eight hundred years back. And would again.

"The Alpha male of this bloodline made the grave mistake of mocking the feelings of a sorceress. With the heart of his one true love, I cast this curse. Any descendant of this bloodline who becomes romantically involved with a human will carry my mark. If children are conceived from such a union, they will be bound to the curse, and they will wither before their parents' eyes. My legacy will endure to punish the sin of your ancestor. With the death of the offspring, I shall return to life, spilling the blood of my betrayer's heir." I read those words several times until every detail settled in, then crushed the paper in my hand. "I had not understood what being involved with humans meant unt

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

Because the moment the curse left me and filled him, the man I once knew was gone. His body jerked. Twitched. Then twisted in ways that no human body should. His eyes rolled back. Veins blackened beneath his skin like black smoke. And something inhuman began to take form in his bones. What stared back at us from the altar was not Tervan. It was a husk—a vessel filled with the curse that had tormented my life and almost ruined me. He twitched once again. His eyes—no longer human—rolled in opposite directions, white and sightless. His mouth gaped open, leaking something black and thick down the sides. The stench of burnt magic and rotting souls curled in the atmosphere.

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.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God