Novel & Cerita Imperio Curse

I motioned for the guards to take him. “You’ll hear from my Alpha!” he grumbled as the guards dragged him out of the room. The silence that followed was pure bliss, and it made me smile as I watched the rest of the elders’ faces—their mouths hanging open in shock at my audacity. “So, where were we?” I asked, staring at their tensed faces. Nobody wanted to talk now. “Should I loosen your tongues?” “Alpha King,” an elder from my own pack finally spoke, “the curse is getting worse by the day.”

Amy said "Usually I would have denied you but since I need revenge from a dark angel as well for killing Mason hence I will give you the angel blade. However, you know the rule. It's always give and take." Amy sighs "What you need gabby?" : "Well I need to cast a spell on a person who insulted me and for that, I need to create a perfume and I will need a tear of that person." "Why you need to cast a spell," Amy asked curiously "Well. I liked her and wanted to date her. But she insulted me stating I am ugly. So I want to prepare love perfume to make her fall in love with me and for that, I need her tears."

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.

From the corner of my eye , I could see Conan shaking his head in disappointment . Whatfreakingever . It wasn't his reputation , respect and admiration on the line , it was mine . I didn't want to feel worthless shit , if I lost this challenge . And nor did I want to taint the pristine, taint free reputation of Bella . If I was gonna drag her down with me , I wanted to make sure everyone knew that it was the devil that dragged the Angel down to hell .. and it wasn't the Angel who fell for the devil and succumbed to hell .

"I know the three unforgivable curses and I couldn't wait to tell you." I bit my cheek to refrain from smiling. "Really? Let's hear it." "Killing Curse, Cruciatus, and Imperius." I smiled. "You got it!" I watched his smile grew into a full grin. "Did you read the entire book or did you just skimming through pages to search for it?" I secretly hoped he'd be dedicated enough to read the entire book. Honestly, it was hard for me to understand people who skipped some pages of a book.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

"And the curse? What about the curse I heard?" Emile took a deep breath, her gaze shifting toward the dim light filtering through the window, as though she was looking back through time itself. "The curse you heard was cast by Fate himself," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "When Selene’s Dire Wolves grew too powerful, even she began to fear them. Their bloodlust was uncontrollable, and they wreaked havoc on the world—destroying villages, wiping out entire packs. Selene tried to control them, but it was too late. They were monsters, and nothing could stop them."

It was the true diary of the late Solar Queen—Kaelen’s mother. I flipped the page, my eyes hyper-magnified as the ancient script rolled into my vision. The text wasn't a casual journal of court balls and gold-gilded banquets; it was a desperate, frantic record of a mother tracking her own family's descent into madness. The third generation must be pure, the script read, the ink faded to a blood-like brown. Richard has spent a decade forcing the scullery maid to swallow the silver-ash medicine to rot her shadow wolf, but his real cruelty is inside our own nursery. He has woven the Imperium Imperato—the royal submission spell—straight into Kaelen's channels.

Nathaniel said warily. She ignored my brother as she went on. "This is no ordinary curse and it will take more than your charms to break it." I rolled my eyes, playing along. "And what will that be?" "A curse of immortality." I stared at her blankly. What did she just say? Immortality? She was way over her bloody noodle. Before I could respond, a burning sensation seared on my chest causing me to look down to inspect it. A breath caught in my throat as I looked upon it.