Golden Curse Novels & Stories

, Raven wipes off the tears that drops from his eyes and sniffle. "I wish I recorded it so I can show my niece or nephew when he or she is older", Tareem turns back to look at his brother who rolls his eyes, not enjoying the tease but neither of us care. "He is here", Raven informs and whines the window down as the guy gives Tareem an envelope. Tareem gives him a fat envelope. The man opens it and saw two gold and his eyes widen just like mine did. They pay in gold and not cash. Damn, what do they do to get their money.

I was avoiding the harm he could cause to us, me and Kash if he got so angry with us. We were still dancing when King informed him that his time in the Kingdom ended and he should go back to his den. I puffed a breath when he finally walked away from me. I caressed my waist as if I could clean Lucifer's touch from it. I gasped and looked around, I smiled as my eyes landed on Kash. He was looking at nowhere, thinking deeply about something while he was playing with an empty champagne glass. The lights showed up on my chest and the darkness somehow faded.

I don't have wounds, bite marks or even small scratches on my body. I wonder why he didn't eat me when he had a chance when I passed out? Maybe he wanted someone who is moving so he didn't eat me first. Or maybe my blood is not his type because I taste awful? I quickly shook my head to erase my weird thoughts. I don't want to be that handsome werewolf's breakfast. Oh wait, how did he become handsome? Or should my question is how did the handsome Kurt Contreras become a werewolf?

His hand brushed briefly against hers beneath the table. Grounding her. The tiny gesture shocked Elena more than anything else tonight. His father noticed that too. Interesting. “The relic preserves memories,” the older man continued calmly. “Especially painful ones.” Elena swallowed hard. “What exactly is this necklace?” Silence. Roberto answered first. “A curse.” His father smiled faintly. “A relic.” The correction felt deliberate. Like a challenge. The older man leaned back slightly in his chair. “The artifact predates our family entirely. Kingdoms fought wars over it centuries ago.” His eyes settled calmly on Elena. “The souls inside it were once powerful people.”

I groaned, gripping Jace's shoulder to pull myself upright. ​"Can you run?" Jace asked, supporting me as we slipped out of the cell and into the dimly lit corridor. ​"I can survive," I grunted, forcing my trembling legs to hold my weight. "Did you manage to get it?" ​Jace nodded grimly, reaching into his heavy leather tunic. He pulled out a small, exquisite wooden box lined with protective velvet. He popped the latch, revealing a shimmering, liquid-like mercury substance that glowed with a faint, ethereal violet hue. It was the Starlight Quicksilver, a legendary, heavily guarded substance kept deep within the royal treasury.

Chapter 170: The Golden Fuel The vial of quintessence felt impossibly heavy in Natalia’s palm. The thick, viscous gold fluid inside surged against the glass, pulsing with a raw, alchemical heat that instantly warmed her frozen fingers. It was the stolen lifeblood of Oakhaven’s mountains, the concentrated energy Malakor had used to forge an empire from the blood of slaves.

"You will not have to put up with the excrement mixed concoctions from the backstreets anymore. These give such pleasures and would rival and surpass the opium of the east. They never run dry." "Which-which is the best?" Kyle asked, his hand hovering over the three pieces, his eyes drawn instinctively to the gold. "Pick your poison." Babi repeated flatly, not giving any sign of answering. Kyle knew enough old stories to know the consequences of seeming greedy and taking the finest. The shimmering gold, dusted with a crisp surface of what seemed to be crushed jewels, tempted him greatly but instead he took up the silver, admiring the valuable jacket and inhaling the musky scent it exuded.

“Did you notice them? They were conversing as though they had known one other for ages...” “Whatever,” Chaos said to Nail. “They look awesome...as partners.” “How can you say that?” Ember inquired of Nail. “When she arrived, our leader confirmed her virginity... Did you forget about that?” “But her blood turned to gold,” Nail showed with her talk. “ It denotes that she belonged to the crown prince upon her arrival in Frozen Crescent. She is our crown prince’s possession.” “I know about her history of arriving,” Alaso, who had recently joined their gossips, said. “Do you absolutely know?” Nail asked Alaso.

The gems lit up, began their opening notes. Rain shivered as unearthly music, barely heard and intensely felt, vibrated in the air. Designed to physically pleasure the listener, the sounds shivered with the radiance of the aurora, seductively sweet. Piercing. Addictive. Rain shivered. She hadn’t meant to make the Bell. It was supposed to be a gate key, a door to the Dark Lands that would allow her to take a peek without being trapped. She realized too late that one actually had to go the Dark Lands before it could be set, which was problematic, since she’d had no intention of applying for her green card. By then she’d been addicted, unable to abandon her seductive little toy. The idea of it

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.