Cursed Naruto นิยาย & เรื่องราว

****************** "A Luna has been reincarnated in two separate bodies, and her fate has been divided as a result of the curse that she carries. One will usher in an era of tranquility for the human race, while the second will usher in an era of calamity for her kind!" The prophecy was delivered to everyone who was there in the holy temple on the mountain by an elderly man who had a long white beard and seemed to be in his late sixties, or early seventies… **Blackout**

: "Really? That was your plan. Alright, let me tell you something before I kill you and the rest of these worthless things here. You are to take on 7 trials and only 7 trials. How you complete them depends entirely on you. And I'm gonna be leaving you a little gift as well." After the mysterious figure of blackness completed its final statement that lingered with bitterness but also with excitement, it crushed Naraja's foot instantaneously. Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pan. That was all that coursed through Naraja's body. He wanted to grab his foot and somehow fix the damage that was done, but he couldn't do so because the mysterious figure of blackness still h

Author's P.O.V. Mr. Escobar walked back to his car, he got in and the driver drove off. "Where boss?" His driver asked as they drove out of Nicholas's mansion. "Back to the office, I was told, I am needed urgently at the office", Mr. Escobar replied. Throughout the drive, Mr. Escobar couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened if he wasn't around. The curse was a dark curse, which was capable of destroying any alpha and also making them wolfless. The only cure to such a curse was the blood of an older Alpha, Lunar, Beta, or Delta. If he wasn't around, Nicholas could have been wolfless by now, because there ain't any older Lunar, Beta, or Delta in the pack. "What could have

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

The stench of stale urine hovered thickly in the air, but all I could focus on was her calm expression, her perfect hair, her steady breathing. “What do you mean?” The words slipped out of me in a whisper that felt too small, too broken. “Adrian is my mate. He would never—” Nina tilted her head, the corners of her lips lifting with a cruel ease I had never seen before. “Does it make sense,” she said slowly, as though speaking to a child, “that the future Alpha marries a cursed woman?” Heat rushed to my ears. The curse. My curse. It had appeared barely two hours ago—burning into my thigh like a punishment from the gods. I hadn’t even processed it. I still believed it would fade. That someone

“We’ve exhausted our supplies treating the refugees. The illness spreading among them—it feels unnatural.” Jorah frowned. “What type of illness?” “Their wolves remain unresponsive,” she answered, her tone subdued. “It’s as if the curse is ensnaring their spirits between forms. I’ve never encountered anything like it.” He cursed softly, directing his gaze back toward the valley. “Then we will purge it. Whatever that darkness is, it shall not invade this fortress.” Mira hesitated before inquiring, “And what if it’s already inside?” The statement hit him like a dagger. He whirled around, his eyes narrowing. “What are you implying?”

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.

This would end. But something went wrong. As the soul-shattering ritual reached its peak, Morat’s rage and pain exploded. A massive wave of back-surging energy struck everyone present. Siron-as-Alaric felt himself thrown back. He heard the priest’s scream. And he heard, not with ears, but with his soul, Morat’s final cry, which was no longer words but a true curse born of unbearable suffering: a vow that Alaric’s blood would always be hunted, would always live in terror, until a descendant appeared who would feel that same pain and choose to either free him or destroy him.