Knight Of The Red Curse Chapter 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

No jostling for position. Just three people sitting on the same narrow bed in a too‑bright room, hands clasped in a circle they hadn’t meant to close so tightly—and three marks thrumming in uneasy, stubborn harmony Cursed again, yes. But this time, not alone. That alone might be enough to change the shape of the curse. Or force it to reveal the shape it had always intended. Either way, the next move would not be made by Bloodthorn. Or by fate. It would be ours.

I screamed more. The red crystal blazed under the full moon’s light. But I could feel the curse inside me writhing violently. It felt awful, dark and evil. I felt it trying to devour me, trying to consume me. “No,” I whispered. My fingers tightened around the stone. “You don’t belong here.” I said as I recited the last part of the chant. The bond surged and the curse tore free from my chest in a violent burst of energy straight into the Red Stone.

Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

When I opened my eyes, Kael was cradling me in his arms. “Scarlett? Hey, hey-” His voice cracked, warm and panicked. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” I was still shaking. I buried my face into his chest, breathing in his scent - earthy and safe. “I saw her,” I whispered. “A Lunari warrior. She… she told me there’s a curse.” His arms wrapped tighter around me. “You’re trembling.” “She said I have to unlock something called the Three Bonds or…” My voice broke. “Or I’ll lose everything. We’ll lose everything.”

Was marching toward the fortress with the enemy. End of Chapter Thirty

Marked with symbols I didn’t fully understand. I pulled it out. Carefully. Opened it. The pages were filled with text. Dense. Layered. But one section— One section stood out. A heading. Clear. Deliberate. *Breaking the Curse.* My heart began to race. My fingers moved faster now. Turning the pages. Scanning the words. Trying to make sense of it. There— A passage. A spell. Instructions. Steps. My breath quickened. “This is it…” I leaned closer.

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

Ruby must never see this. "Rel! What the hell are you doing?! HELP ME! Please... Bedivere needs us." She yelled, snapping the prince from his thoughts. Aurelius knelt down to tend to the knight to give him a healing spell but his body rejected it. Something shattered his spell so he began analyzing the curse and its structure but only found the obvious. It was too late. The curse has damaged his heart beyond repair and poisoned him without any means to counter it.

“But, unfortunately, boy, they’re too late.” Danial’s blood ran cold. He struggled to push himself up, his arms trembling violently, but his body was betraying him. The Curse King’s voice lowered, becoming more sinister. “You’ve shown spirit, but this—” He brought his hands together, leaving a small gap between them, and within that space, the orb began to grow, pulsating with an ominous red glow. The air around it seemed to warp and darken, a suffocating aura filling the room. “This is where your suffering truly begins,” the Curse King said with a dark chuckle. “I hope you can still walk after this. I may not kill you… but I will make your life a living nightmare.”