Novel & Cerita Cursed My Little Pony

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

And the way she leaned her head just a fraction closer to me made my stomach turn. We walked down the line of beds where pups lay bundled in thin blankets, their little chests rising and falling weakly. My wolf stirred restlessly at the sight. They didn’t deserve this—the fevers, the coughing, the fatigue. Innocent lives suffering under a curse none of them asked for. Something has began making the pups sick. The elders saw they see a curse hovering over our kingdom, the goddess has been offended but the healers say it's a strange sickness that can be cured with proper research and time.

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.

He had hidden behind a marble statue, shaking from pain and fear. A voice had found him then soft, kind. His mother’s maid. She’d knelt beside him, her face full of worry. “You’re still human, my prince,” she’d said, reaching to touch his cheek. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, her body went still. Her eyes widened. She fell without a sound. That was the first time he understood. Kindness could kill. Touch was poison. The curse took whatever it wanted, and it always wanted life.

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

By the time I was done with him, he was going to wish for death and death wouldn’t answer to his calls. Alpha Damon’s Luna was killed by an affliction with no cure, she and her child - a little baby that had just been born. Her sickness was so severe it was obvious that she had been cursed and it was by no ordinary species, only witches were known to curse a person and only the strongest witch could summon a curse so powerful on another species. She had died shortly after of course and those damned Werewolves had looked around for the nearest witch within the area which was unfortunately my mother.

I am Luna, a cursed Lycan. The sins of my grandfather brought this curse upon me. According to the witches, nothing can break this curse. The witch who placed the curse is dead and now we make sacrifices every full moon to her to beg her. This sacrifice started when I was fourteen and now I'm nineteen. I guess six years isn't enough for her broken heart. If you asked me I'd say she was being cruel. I mean six years of living in hell aren't enough for her to let me go and let me be?.

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"