Cursed Ronald Mcdonald Novels & Stories

Cassandria POV. The days have blurred together, as we have planned to get both Valentina and Rocco at the masquerade ball tonight. We have eyes on Curtis and we may have slipped him something in his IV. Something that will he will never recover from. He will die slowly, painfully. No trace will be found and there is no cure. I know this because I researched about this new drug that the Russians have been developing. So yeah, I entered the DeAngelis mansion with the help of Dr Cynthia Monroe and gave him the drug.

“Tell me what happened.” “There were rogues in the woods,” I finally managed, my voice trembling. “They were waiting for me. They knew I’d be there, Alaric. They said my name.” His hands tensed on my shoulders, and I saw the flicker of anger that crossed his features. “Did they hurt you?” “No,” I said quickly, shaking my head. “Lyra got there in time. But they… they called me ‘the cursed Luna.’ They knew who I was, Alaric. This wasn’t random.”

Snow wiped his tears with his little paw. "Serenity has a evil cousin, Carlos... He wanted to destroy Serenity and wanted her divine powers which were given to her instead of him... He tried everything, he caged her in stone for thousands of years until hybrids broke his curse and brought her back to the world... Serenity fought back with Carlos, she turned him into stone and hybrids broke that stone into pieces so no one could bring him back to life but they didn't know that he had a Son, Albert who revived him and no one knew about it... Serenity killed Albert too but now Carlos is back and he wants to destroy everything..." "Is he responsible for Augustus killing Nicolai?"

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."

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.

Kael put down his wine cup real slow like he was thinking hard. Then he laughed, but it wasn't a nice laugh, it was cold and mean. "You want me to believe you? A nobody omega with no wolf? Over Marcus who's served me for fifty years?" The words hurt like a punch, right, I was nothing, a nobody, just a broken girl making up stories. "You think because I didn't kill you, you can come here and lie about my men?" "I'm not lying!" "Marcus has been loyal to me longer than you've been alive." He stood up, all seven feet of him towering over me. "Why would I trust you?"

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

I was not sure what she was referring to. “I don’t remember anything biting me. I don’t feel any pain anywhere else except my forehead. I certainly don’t remember the wolf hurting me or any other creature” I tell her and not mention the size of the wolves. Does she know about the giant wolves? Was that what she was referring to when she asked about anything unusual. I had no way of knowing unless she revealed more. “Doctor as you might have understood from my story, I am an orphan without a job and basically homeless now. I have no medical insurance or any means to pay for this treatment” I tell her.

I needed that herb. Sudan is all but an honest man. There is no doubt he was a great healer and a medical practitioner, being a young alumnus of the academy, but he was no good-natured man, despite his devotion to One God and the seven sons. The wolfsbane was one of his many antics to earn the favor of the masters. If curing a whole city of infectious Rot, surely the deed was worth commending of a good place in the Circle, and that is a dream fulfilled for the old man.