Cursed Plane Mga Nobela at Kwento

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?"

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Across from it, a table and chair—set with writing tools—sat beside a shelf lined with books and doctrine. “You are to remain here until you have purged yourself of unclean thoughts,” one of the Oracles said. “I have done nothing wrong,” her mother protested. “My thoughts are not unclean. The Dark Plane is real—I discovered that any being can access it if—” “Silence, child,” the other Oracle cut in, voice sharp yet eerily devoid of emotion. “Do not give voice to such blasphemy. The Dark Plane does not exist.” “It does,” her mother insisted. “The salamanders unleashed it, unintentionally, during the time of the Ancient Beasts. But they managed to seal it.”

Outside the door, Gray called in and gave us orders. As soon as they heard the order, Alfine and Erina quickly went out. I took a few steps back to make them forget me, but Roger wouldn't let me go. He walked a little way when he turned around and pulled me along with a grin. “Don't pass up such an interesting place. Because apart from this rare opportunity, we wouldn't be able to go there without Alpha's approval. That place… is known as the Cursed Building because there are so many unjustly dead souls there.”

Even from a distance, Li Wei had felt the oppressive aura of the monster - Curse. Curse was shaped like an enormous dragon, but looked ugly like a cursed creature from hell. This Curse was chained to a huge pillar that towered into the sky, and its footwear was a concrete floor. Despite this, Curse seems to be able to rotate 360 degrees, while spitting fire out of its mouth. ARRGH! There were many howls of pain from the fighters who were burned by Curse's fire attack. They were a group of fighters from the Order of No Fear. Li Wei got goosebumps looking at the atmosphere at that time.

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

“The Blade bears the Mirror Hunger. A curse meant to devour the bond and leave the vessel pure. Only we can slow it, but not stop it. Not here.” “Where?” I demanded. “The Cradle of First Blood,” the elder intoned. “Beneath the cursed forest’s heart. But the path is barred to all but the Vessel. You must take him alone.” Murmurs rippled through the pack. Accusations flew because "she brought this curse. The heir is a weapon." The Alpha dies because of her. I felt every stare like a blade. Selene stood at the edge of the crowd and Elias was clinging to her side, her face pale but unreadable.

"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."

What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.

Aiyisha was willing to bet her last penny that she had an alarming amount hidden on her as well. As they walked out to the plains of Desolation, a land that had gotten its name for how untillable it was, stretching right across the town’s main borders, where their troops were currently stationing themselves in readiness of the breaking in of the Curers, Kendra felt her mind briefly flick to her mate. No. She could not do this now, she could not allow herself to be distracted, and so she quickly shut off the thoughts, praying to whoever cared to listen to keep him safe.