Cursed Toad の小説・ストーリー

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

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.

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs

Adolph lifted his head, “If you are asking for a piece of the lands conquered, I would ask what you have done to warrant such a thing.” Taliesin laughed, “We have no need for the lands. Though we are glad that the curse can be lifted.” Laurel frowned. What curse? Did it have something to do with Eden’s last words? “What is this curse you’re speaking of?” Laurel asked. “The curse of Ash,” Taliesin said. “Of darkness and decay.” Laurel frowned listening to the man explain. Long ago, when Morrigan first ascended to her throne, a Wiccan cursed the land in retaliation for her cruelty. It was a death curse, sealed with the Wiccan’s death.

She then furrowed her brows and bellowed, “Then how did you do it? Tell me!” Her emotions switched faster than a bolt of lightning. Kaze sighed helplessly and then gave her the Golden Toad. “It’s because of this thing. It’s called the Golden Toad, and the elders of the Krad family spent billions trying to get this. “I don’t know what it is exactly, but maybe you can tell me more.” If the three greatest doctors of West State took June in as their disciples and taught her everything they knew, then she must have come from a powerful family or a strong background.

I left a deep sigh, as I remembered the day I leaned back in my chair and then looked towards Celesta who was watching me intently clearly engrossed in the story and waiting for me to continue. She has always been a curious little thing, I thought to myself as I continued the story, " queen mumbled out, 'Cursed, my daughter, is cursed. Cursed by the mark of death.' ' I am not sure darling but it appears so. Only your brother can tell us for sure, knowing his knowledge of potions and magick.' King Theodor explained to his wife.

Yet, as the toad monster ceased its movements and nodded in acquiescence, Alexander realized its true intent for someone to end its life. Recalling the toad monster's intense struggle moments earlier, Alexander deduced that it likely desired to end its suffering rather than endure further pain. "Very well, I grant your request," Alexander murmured solemnly, delivering a swift, merciful blow to the creature. As the behemoth succumbed to its wounds, Alexander offered a final farewell. "Rest in peace." The colossal creature before him was a tragic result of the water pool's pollution, leading to a genetic mutation. Finally, it was laid to rest.

Her body skidded across the floor, hitting the base of a stone statue with a sickening crack that echoed through the rafters. "Ah... god..." She coughed, blood bubbling at the corner of her lips while she looked up at the nobles with eyes wide in a perfectly timed look of horror. "She... she’s cursed! Did you feel it? That was dark magic, and she's attacking me from the grave!" "She’s right!" A noblewoman in green silk stood up, her voice trembling with manufactured outrage. "That wasn't wolf power—that was the Tosil Curse, because I felt the darkness!"