Novel & Cerita Cursed Spirit

ancestors were the guardians of the balance between the natural and the supernatural, protectors of the sacred bond between wolves and the earth itself."Timbre's mind raced as she tried to process the information. "But why me? Why now?""Because the balance has been disturbed," the spirit answered solemnly. "The bond between you and Xavier is not just one of love or destiny; it is a bond that has the power to restore or destroy. The darkness that plagues Xavier is not of his own making. It is a curse, a manifestation of the imbalance that has taken hold of the world. Only by unlocking the power within you can you hope to save him—and yourself."Timbre's breath caught in her throat. "A curse?

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Lord Percival said excited while his wife sighed in relief. "But first... Take this essence," Lord Percival said assuming a fighting stance as he rolled his hands in the air in a Chinese martial arts way. A bright purple light materialize out of thin air, and he send it flying gently over to me. The purple light dissipated revealing a golden Phoenix's egg. "That is the soul of one of of the fallen Phoenix child. Absorb it before it dissipates," Lord Percival said urgently as he straighten up and gesticulates. 'How am I going to absorb it, I don't even know how to use magic, I am not an Elementalist, ' but I did not voice my thoughts as I stared at the egg that is floating in front of me.

"Your mate? But you aren't a wolf? I thought seers didn't get mates?" "I am not a wolf; I am a wolfless werewitch." "WHAT?" "I was sick as a child, and my wolf never manifested. My gifts were still growing without my wolf. So I became a seer." My head was spinning. How was there so much? I didn't know. "Who is Diaz?"

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Everyone felt a bone-chilling sensation from the depths of their bodies! "This artifact is called the Cursed Spirit Gourd. It can control hundreds of spirits and emit evil energy! It's not unjust for you to die in the hands of this treasure!"

The darkness within seemed impenetrable, but I drew upon the power of the elements coursing through me, illuminating the way forward. Inside, we discovered a scene of devastation. The once vibrant and thriving sanctuary had been corrupted, its sacred energies tainted by an insidious force. The source of the curse revealed itself—a malevolent spirit, ancient and powerful, that thrived on chaos and sought to bring about the destruction of the natural world. We confronted the spirit, engaging in a battle of wills and strength. The elements surged forth, lending us their power as we fought to break the curse and restore balance to the valley.

Immediately afterward, a red Curse Inscription appeared on the foreheads of members that had passed the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. Mattaniah shouted furiously, “You monster! Did you curse all of them?!!” Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.”

demon man? "Well, you see, you're a human. If it had been opened by a witch, I would have been totally free but they had no plans of letting that happen, but they knew I would come up with something. Some other being. Humans. And so they put a curse on the spell that if it's being opened by a human, I'd be cursed to be stuck almost powerless with him or her." "Almost powerless?" She couldn't help but mark out that phrase. What did he mean by that?