Cursed Humans นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Alaric said wringing his hands. “You are forgetting something, my boy… Your mate doesn’t have to be a werewolf. I know that it is very rare for a werewolf to have a human mate but there have been cases. It would be foolish to assume that you can’t have a human mate.” Alaric staggered as he said, “But, I am an Alpha. I have never heard of an Alpha with a Human mate.” “If it never has happened in the past, it doesn’t mean it will never happen again in the future.” His aunt said shrugging her shoulders.

Could it get any worse? “Wow! Dude. Did it just curse?” “Umm…hmmm… A creature that curses would be very delicious to eat.” “Are you guys, addled! Can’t you see that I am a human being just like you!” Vivian yelled in frustration. “What are human beings? Why would we be human beings? We are werewolves.” Vivian kept quiet after that. She didn’t have the energy to argue with these slow heads. Why did she come to this planet in the first place?

Kaelen already knew where this was going. “No.” Darius ignored him. “A political marriage has been arranged with the human kingdom.” Kaelen’s temper exploded instantly. “You can’t be serious.” Lyra winced slightly. Kaelen stepped back from the bed, anger rising fast. “A human?” he snapped. “You expect the future Alpha to mate with a human princess?” Darius remained calm. “It is the only way to weaken the curse.” Kaelen laughed harshly. “Humans are weak.” He paused for a light chuckle. “They are fragile, short-lived, and barely understand the supernatural world.”

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

Lucifer and I swore to protect him from it—and from himself, but we never succeeded. Lucifer was a child born of the devil, but there had been no clause saying his children would inherit his curse. For years we searched for answers and ways to break it. All our efforts were futile. The witches we sought for help could do nothing. All they kept telling us was that the curse could be transferred from one lineage to another. Still, Lucifer refused to give up. He vowed that as long as he lived, he would keep searching for answers and a cure

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

I nod, slowly, then. "Well, I want you to know that the curse exists. We don't know why it exists, or how, but it's plagued our bloodline for centuries. Our cruel tendencies and lack of empathy allow us to be the ideal rulers, to get this untamed race in line and create order. You already know a Gahndor's bite alone can kill, and I firmly believe that is part of this curse, too." My stomach drops, and I realize I'm in the presence of a beast as I gaze into Kohl's lifeless, golden eyes. Of a feelingless beast. I still have too much curiosity for my own good.

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."

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 answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they