Knight Of The Red Curse Chapter 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I asked myself and put the reed broom I was holding by my side and picked up the book. “The Cursed King,” I said softly to myself and couldn’t help but caress the book. I blew it because it was a bit dusty. He still looks like that, a bit old. I sat on my bed and turned the first page of it. I immediately remembered that part where the story stopped but I was shocked to see that there is already written in there. "Impossible!" can't believe my promise. I read it right away but I was still hesitant because I remembered Laurier's curse again. I couldn’t artificially ask him about that thing because I knew it wasn’t going to be easy.

She even smiled at him before her legs gave up. "Athena," he whispered, and caught her. "Athena," he called her over and over again. Athena reached for his face and smiled until her hands gave up as well and her eyes closed fully, with Knight's last image flashing in front of her. The augur laughed at her victory before she disappeared. "The whole place became quiet and was filled with Knight's sorrow and anguish. And that is the curse. The curse of Knight has fallen. " Said the grandmother.

He still didn’t know how far the curse went, but he learnt something new about it each day. “But—” “No. Get out, now.” He interrupted, his voice even, but oozing so much power that she just had to obey. The red head quickly slipped into her gown and headed out of the chamber without another word, deeply lost in thought. Despite all her ministrations, the Alpha’s cock never rose.

Every claw, every ounce of gold fire, every heartbeat synced with hers, driving me forward. The first strike, the first collision, explodes. The banners shake. Dust swirls. Blood and magic and fury paint the stone floors. The pups huddle, hidden but alive. The pack is holding the outer lines. Malric’s betrayal waits, poised like a dagger, but I do not waver. Because I chose her. And the curse has been faced. The Moon, high and red, pulses again. Its light stretches across the room, touching us, watching, recording, and burning the sentence into the sky.

They fell where they stood anyway not from my hand, but from the sheer pressure of my presence. The curse inside me was radiating outward now, a dark energy that bent space around me. One guard's nose began to bleed. Another collapsed to his knees, unable to breathe. The third simply ran, abandoning his post. The palace loomed ahead as I climbed toward it, its black stone towers cutting into a sky that had turned an impossible shade of crimson. Not the red of sunset. Not the red of blood. A red that didn't exist in nature, that shouldn't exist anywhere in a sane world. It was the color of magic breaking down.

As if someone had replaced the entire language overnight. "I don't know what happened!" Natalie said, trembling. "I don't understand! The book-it's been cursed!" Miguel yelled again, his voice full of pain and anger. "Then uncursed it, damn it! You're the witch! That's your job!" "I can't!" Natalie screamed, her face red with frustration. "I don't even know what curse this is! It's like someone sealed the book away from me! This has never happened before!" Cielo groaned as she scratched at her leg, only for a chunk of skin to peel away. "We're dying, Natalie! Look at us! You need to stop this!"

“But one of them will take it.” My stomach twisted violently. The stranger stepped forward aggressively. “She is mine.” “No,” Darius said. “No,” Kael snapped. “No,” Kaden snarled. Their voices clashed in the air like weapons. Damon’s smile widened. “And you wonder why the curse grows stronger. Three bonds pulling her apart.” The corridor lights flickered. The air vibrated. My chest tightened unbearably. I gasped, grabbing the wall. The curse writhed inside me, twisting and knotting like tangled wires sparking with heat.

A third pressed both palms to his sternum and closed his eyes. But nothing felt fast enough. “Please,” I whispered. “Please wake up.” The healer with the trembling hands looked up at me. “It is not his body resisting. It is the curse.” “I know,” I breathed. “Then tell me what to do.” He glanced toward the sigils Jake had found in my sisters’ room. “The curse is a net. Break a few threads and the net tightens. Break them all and perhaps it falls away. But in the breaking, the one trapped inside takes the strain.”

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

The floating ruins above them suddenly cracked violently. The realm itself trembled. Elena stumbled. “What’s happening?” The woman’s expression changed instantly. Fear. “Time is up.” The red sky split open suddenly with a deafening sound. The black ocean below them churned violently. “Elena listen to me carefully,” the woman said urgently while approaching her quickly. “The Francesco bloodline is cursed. And the necklace is waking up again.” The water rose higher instantly. Cold waves crashed around Elena’s legs. “What does that mean?!” Elena shouted desperately.