Knight Of The Red Curse Chapter 3 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Pages fluttered wildly as she turned them, her trembling fingers leaving faint smudges on the dust that had claimed it for so long. Finally, she stopped and placed the book open on the table with trembling hands. The words were written in ancient script, lines dark and uneven. “Why… why would they do this?” she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief. “Kaelthorn warned them. The Red Moon Pack was never meant to wage war again.” Lucien’s eyes narrowed. “Warned them of what?” Iris turned the book toward him. “Of this.” Her finger traced the inked words. “The curse… the blood of the beast. Kaelthorn sealed it generations ago after he destroyed the Blue Moon Pack.”

The curse surged forward, sharper and closer, as if it had been waiting for him to stumble. I didn’t waste time watching. When I met the third Alpha, he no longer seemed right in his mind. He hesitated and his fear broke him. He ended up looking back. That was how I saw it. The curse. It was beyond imagination, something twisted from shadow and nightmare. It dug its grotesquely long nails into his skull and dragged him screaming into the endless mist. His body disappeared in a blink, leaving nothing behind but his cries echoing through the forest until even they were consumed by the mist.

“You really are the most foolish man I’ve ever fooled, Alexander. All this time you thought it was about you.” “What the hell are you talking about?” “You had everything wrong from the start.” Wrong? A flash ripped through my head— Gwen’s face, the Book of Ashes, Velcro, the seal, the Gods— Before I could move, the curse hit. Pain ripped through my chest, spreading fast, dragging me down. I gasped, clutching my ribs as my knees hit the stone. The world spun. My fire sputtered and died. “Fuck—” Her eyes weren’t on me. They were on Aquamarine.

Chapter 37. ALPHA LUCIEN’S POV. I didn't mean for her to see me like that. Green eyes alternating between red, it was the curse taking effect again. The moment she walked out of my room, I bolted into the woods, stumbling my way into the deep abyss. Thank Goddnsss the curse was just starting. Only the Goddess knows what it would have made me do to her. My legs weakened with every step I took further, a clear sign that the curse was about to take over me completely.

The battleground blurred—the line between friend and foe vanished as instinct consumed reason. Jeremy’s wolf surged forward, massive and merciless, tearing into the cursed with savage precision. Blood sprayed, darkening the moonlit ground, and for a moment I stood frozen, horror gluing me in place as he ripped heads from shoulders with terrifying ease. But then—I saw him. A figure draped in crimson, his presence cutting through the chaos like a blade. My breath caught in my throat as his gaze locked with mine, burning straight into my soul. They had warned us of this curse. They had whispered that I would be next. We never listened.

His finger began tapping rhythmically on his chin as he continued to inspect her chest like some sort of disgruntled professor. Or surgeon. Or cursed exorcist. It depends. Selena froze when she noticed where, exactly, he was staring—not at her chest but at something on it. Or rather... through her hospital gown, at the glowing mark just beneath the fabric. She slapped a hand on her mouth so hard she almost cracked her jaw. “That’s odd,” Theo muttered more to himself than to her, his tone analytical. “Nexus said you’ll have a vision about your fate when the contract activates...”

“Declared himself a god to the entire realm. Said the curse was the dying breath of a jealous hag. He stood on the altar, blood still dripping from his claws, and shouted, ‘Let all who breathe kneel before me. I am the Alpha of all. I am divinity.’ And we believed him. Or… we tried to.” I looked over, my jaw tightening as the memory clawed its way back. “But the curse… the curse didn’t need years or rituals to take root. It worked immediately. Two nights later, I found him curled in his chamber, convulsing. Blood foaming from his mouth. He couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even howl. His flesh…” I paused and swallowed hard. “His flesh peeled off in chunks. His fur sloughed like wet parchment. His eye

The god's gaze pinned him. *"Little king,"* Nythra rumbled. *"You wear my chains. Break them, and I will break your world."* The curse surged, threatening to swallow Eden whole. But amidst the chaos, he felt it-a sliver of the Crown's power, distant but insistent. A lifeline. He seized it. --- **KELLY'S POV**