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Her hair fell in a heavy, dark sheet over shoulders wrapped in some kind of fur‑lined cloak, though no frost touched her bare throat. Her eyes… They were wrong. Colorless around the iris, the pupils too dark, too deep, like looking into a well you couldn’t see the bottom of. Her lips were a blood‑dark red, curved into a smile that didn’t reach those eyes. And at the base of her throat, half hidden by the edge of her cloak, I saw it. A mark. Faint, like a bruise whose edges had blurred. Three lines in a circle. Lucian’s curse sigil.

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.

Oh, I forgot I had the curse that halved my experience gained. It's getting on my nerves that my minions are growing at a faster speed than me. Does it make sense for me to face the boss by myself? I think that's a dumb idea. Calm Down... In another world, I still encounter human greed, even when I have become a demon. Minions come back! Immediately five of them returned and stood in front of me, looking at me again with those creepy eyes. Analyze! [ Minions - Elite rank] Level 4

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

Sachem Nadura said and gazed at the cloud of strength that was clearly visible to all directions of these Eternal Prisons. His eyes concentrated and punctured through the camouflage of power upon the vortex of its origins. At the center was a boy. A marred being coupled with his list of sickness. His broken body may have been spectacularly pitiful but what called Sachem Nadura’s attention most was the tattooed symbols on the forehead of the boy. It was the mark of the Cursed. Someone who has done an unforgivable sin in his past life. And not just one but a whole lifetime of evil and immorality.

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.

“No. I think it’s the same curse.” Silence falls over the group. And then Xander talks. “The Keeper said the enemy wears a familiar face.” Everyone looks at each other. Ryder takes a step forward. “You think it’s one of us?” No one answers. But the fear in their eyes says everything. Later that night, I sat alone in the library. I flip through old books, trying to find anything about curses, dark magic, or marks. My fingers shake as I turn the pages. My eyes are tired. My mind is running. I finally found something. An old drawing. A black crescent moon with three slashes beneath it.

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"Who let this little brat in my house? How dare you make a mess here? I'll beat you to death!" Jess's face turned pale as she bolted toward the noise. I followed close behind, only to find David locked in a scuffle with that troublemaker Derrick. David was pinned to the ground, his leg twisted unnaturally, while Derrick stomped on him mercilessly. Bite marks covered David's bloodied body, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Jess let out a shriek, shoving Derrick aside and cradling her injured son in her arms. David's face was streaked with blood, his tiny frame trembling, yet his expression remained unnervingly calm.

She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out. “These keep talking about the Crimson Moon Queen. They don’t call them curses. They are described as shifters the goddess sends down on purpose.” She points at a jagged tear. “Right here, you can see mentions of ‘Crimson-born’ People with crimson eyes. Zhodin’s name is all over the early and later parts. It’s like every time a story of a cursed being comes up, his name or the Fenaris bloodline appears right beside it.” “How come none of us ever saw these books?” Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment.