Cursed Transformers Mga Nobela at Kwento

I buried my face in my hands and the metal scent of blood made me gag. What have I done? She was never supposed to see that side of me. Never. But she had. And now she’d never look at me the same way again. The curse. That damn curse. I had lived with it for so long, it had become second nature. But tonight? Tonight it reminded me that it owned me. I leaned my head back against the wall, blinking water out of my eyes. I was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

The most shocking part was that Chad could not suppress Benjamin's curse, even though he was a Parasite Emperor. Was that curse from a higher existence than the Parasite Emperor? So Chad would not know anything about it? It was not impossible. The effectiveness of a curse largely depended on the target and the cultivation method. When Abaddon turned Chad into a Parasite Emperor, he used a special cultivation method to treat humans as parasitic insects, making Chad immune to all other parasitic insects. However, that was over a decade ago. Perhaps a more insane poison witch doctor had cultivated parasitic insects that were more terrifying than Chad, a Parasite Emperor.

LIAM Cade's body writhed beneath my hands, and I pressed my full weight down on him, using every ounce of strength I possessed, but it was like trying to hold down a storm. His spine arched, his bones cracking and reshaping. His face elongated into a snout, then snapped back to human features. "Stay with me," I growled, pressing harder. "Fight it, Cade. Don't let it take you." But the transformations were more violent as each second passed. Usually, the curse made us lose control gradually but this was almost instant and too powerful.

“What the hell…” Adrian reached for me, pulling me protectively to his side. “Don’t look if you can’t—” “I need to,” I murmured, forcing myself to keep my eyes open. She wasn’t just dead. She had transformed into something else—part-wolf, part-rotting corpse. It was then I felt it, a faint energy, crawling up my skin like spiders. “This is it,” I said shakily. “This is where the curse lived.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

And then, the room exploded with the sound of cracking stone as Ryder’s body shifted once more, his transformation nearing its final stages. The room seemed to vibrate with an unnatural energy as Ryder's body quivered, teetering on the edge of something monstrous. His muscles were taut, his veins glowing with sickly green power, a direct reflection of the curse he could no longer contain. His breaths were ragged, his chest heaving with the effort of holding on to what little humanity remained inside.

“The day you made me love you.” His eyes shut, a single tear cutting through the grime on his face. For a long moment, neither moved—the world around them silent except for the haunting hum of the moonlight. Then the ground trembled. From the shadows beyond the ridge, figures emerged—twisted, hulking creatures with glowing amber eyes and claws that glistened like wet steel. The Cursed Ones. The remnants of the ancient war between Nightshade and Bloodthorn, souls corrupted by the same magic now coursing through Cole’s veins.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.