Knight Of The Red Curse Chapter 3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The mage in green clothes nodded, “I see that the life force of Lady Vallebour is fully harmonized. So, we have nothing to do here. We’d better follow this advice and ask the earl about everything. We don’t have that much time, dear sirs.” “But what’s happened?” I began to be nervous, sensing something else of importance had occurred. “Of course, you couldn’t know,” the necromancer muttered. “Her Grace Duchess Rendan was also struck by a curse this morning. But it’s quite another kind of curse, a stronger one. Earl Eridanus offered to help us. So, we all hope Her Grace will recover soon.” At this moment, the door flew open, and the king himself appeared on the threshold.

"The real reason for your curse." I snatched the book from his hands, ignoring the flare of pain in my side. The pages were yellowed, filled with my father's bold handwriting. "Read page forty-three," Alaric said. I flipped to it quickly, my eyes finding the dateexactly one month before my curse started. Before my first blood rage.

I looked at her sharply now, the rage bubbling hotter, tighter. "I said enough," I growled. But she didn’t stop. She never knew when to stop. "You can’t hide from it! You know what the curse does! You know what the Red Moon means!" she spat. "Your flesh will rot. Your bones will crumble. Your mind will be lost — forever. All because you refuse to do what needs to be done!" I clenched my fists so hard that my nails cut into my palms. "I know," I said finally, the words tasting like ash on my tongue.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.

I randomly opened to the eighth chapter which was titled, "The Return of the Rebel Alpha" "Wait! The Return of the Rebel Alpha?" She muttered and I nodded my head, "The name of the pack sounds weird right?" "Not really, it sounds special, anyways go on, I am listening," she replied. "Well, the chapter was interesting, it was about a certain millennial wolf, who happened to be cursed by the moon goddess, he had to go through different tests to get the curse taken away from his life. At the point he decided to give up, the curse was taken away and he was returned to his rightful pack."

I shuddered to think what would happen if the curse took hold with the three of us still fractured. But gazing into Jayden's eyes, I saw a fiery determination that ignited my own resolve. Failure was not an option. For the sake of our future, for the life blossoming within me, we would find a way to shatter this curse. Jayden and I against the world - our love would conquer all. .... Jayden's POV Sleep evaded me once again as I lay restless in bed, the ominous glow of Ella's pendant haunting my thoughts. The pulsating red light was a grave warning - the ancient curse that lingered over us was gaining strength, threatening to consume us in its malevolent grip.

"He swore to protect your family long ago. And he never broke his vow. But your ancestor mistreated her so bad that she had enough wrath to curse your entire bloodline. She curses your blood, my prince. She whispers madness in every ear of Harlow's bloodline, and none of you can resist that. However, you are special in her eyes. Your good looks also captivated her heart. She wants to be with you, but that is not possible. Your forms are different. What's more, she is not the true love destined for you. She thought, if she couldn't have you, she won't let any other girl have you. That's why you can't lust over another woman, my prince. She won't let you. She won't let any other girl, includin

It was the same as admitting Layla was a half-blood. The redhead in front of him smirked briefly, confirming his suspicions. “And I have a present for you,” he continued in a lower voice, the same way the first prisoner had done before he had started chanting. Before the redhead’s lips moved again, he launched forward and clamped his jaws around his neck. And when the magic had died, he looked back at the destruction he had caused. They had all appeared peaceful; they hadn’t fought back. Anyone looking at this picture would assume the redhead had been telling the truth.

"I followed your advice, and we came here, only to find no one. We are going to the Northern border to support Sergeant Cole and the rest of the pack. That's final!" The curse surged through my veins, a relentless force that compelled me to obey Lyra's command. Agonizing pain radiated from my chest as I resisted its hold, my face contorting with the struggle. A low, guttural growl escaped my lips, muffled by the enveloping shadows, as Lyra stormed off, trailed by the warriors. The inner turmoil intensified, the curse tightening its grip on my very being. It clawed at my essence, demanding unwavering compliance with her will. Each pulsation of pain seared through my chest, an unyielding remin