Novel & Cerita Lake Lanier Curse

“I’m tired of being the Deltran that’s out of the royal family’s eyes. I’m tired of always being driven out, being called useless just because you existed right before me. That even if you are the reason for the Amunabon curse, they still can’t forget you!” “Are you sure it was your case you are narrating or mine?” I narrowed my eyes at her as she drew out her sword and aimed it at my neck. “You can’t divide my attention, Larina. Today I shall end the curse you caused, and that way, your name will be buried with your dead body.” I pursed my lips and drag the rapier out of my scabbard. “Larina Deltran was long dead and her name was gone for someone who’s looking for it. You are wasting your t

Zen shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly “That it turns people into lycans, killing everything in sight. The perfect, non-descript curse to scare the masses.” “Indeed,” Lukas picks up his glass, swirls the dregs of red wine “We have little information as of now, and none of it makes much sense. The only common point we’ve found until now, is that this curse affects newly found couples. All five cases reported till now were of men who’d recently found their soulmates.” He looks up, and for the first time since I’ve seen him, his face is somber. “That’s why you were called in the first place,” Lukas admits “Most of the people involved in the case are those who’d found their soulmates years back, or

“He’s mine. He’s always been mine.” Lachlan, seated on his iron throne, regarded her with a calm that belied his power. His dark hair was streaked with silver, and his piercing eyes held the weight of centuries. “The MacDonnell treaty complicates things, lass,” he said, his voice measured. “Ye ken the rules of magic.” “I dinna care about their treaty!” she snapped, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’ve waited decades for him. He belongs to me.”

“But the huntress that thought deprive from existence!” “That's so posisble, I get it now! The lycans dreaded flame or anything that may burn them and weakened them for good, but the huntress like burning themselves!” the words accompanied with a thunderous clap within the bloody sky. “Also, the lycans don't let a single sparks left burning, the century tale is really nothing but despicable!” This hellish rumor spread like wildfire, become known to all existence. Not even the hidden don't caught a wind of this rumor, especially the secret existence who caught it first handedly!

After what happened between us, I didn’t think he would be coming back here. But he was here, as what happened was more important than fighting over a girl. “ You tell me. ” Tyson scoffed. “ how was I able to shift suddenly? I didn’t do anything. Dustin didn’t do anything. It leaves only you. So tell me, how did the curse break without any one of us doing anything? Did that fucking witch die or what? ” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I thought it was only me. But it sounded like we were all connected somehow. And by breaking the curse on me, Lana had freed all other Lycans as well.

Her head was narrowed and she didn't dare to look Ryan in his eyes. Ryan was puzzled. He didn't understand why she felt guilty. It was a punishment for hurting Dabria. But he had no idea what Helenora actually had done. He didn't know anything about this curse Dabria and Helenora were talking about. "How I messed up Dabria's future, that's what you're thinking about, right? It's the curse. I should never have cursed Zeus. No one was ever able to free themselves from that curse. There is no way to lift it off. There is no cure. There is no spell that could change it. I took away Dabria's future just because I was angry at Zaric. I should never have done anything like that. She was innocent. S

And Cassian knew enough to bring her here. “What is that crystal?” she asked, voice unsteady. His jaw tightened. “It’s called the Heart of Veyra. It belonged to your bloodline.” Lyra’s heart slammed against her ribs. “My bloodline is dead.” Cassian’s gaze darkened. “Not all of it.” The chamber seemed to tilt. The black crystal pulsed again. Once. Twice. Then a whisper curled through the mirrors in a voice that sounded horribly like her own. The curse wakes with the blood moon. Choose the billionaire… or bury the city.

I'm not close to my birth mother, so I chose to always stay with my godmother until everything happened. I once tried to sneak but got caught midway, I was punished for a complete year. That was insane. She said, I know that right? He spoke. “Yeah, you said the other time that a curse will befall the Lycans if they set foot in the werewolves' pack, so what will happen now that your king broke the rule?” “Well, we are still waiting to see what happens,” he replied. A cold breeze blew, and my body began to shiver. He handed me an old quilt to use, since I was wearing only a hool uniform.

My lungs forget how to work. He grips the railing behind me and straightens slightly, still invading every inch of my space. His gaze drags slowly over my face like he’s memorizing it. Then he reaches up and pinches the end of one of my braids, rolling it between his fingers. The gesture is gentle. Possessive. “What’s yours?” he murmurs. “Vaelora…” My voice comes out breathless. I swallow. “Lori. My name is Lori.” His fingers still.

"If I found them?" "Why would they?" Thane laughs that rasping laugh again. "The curse is their revenge. They've waited three hundred years to see it fulfilled." Lucian's hands clench into fists. Rage burns in his chest. His ancestors' mistakes, and he pays the price. His mother's bloodline, but she escapes the curse. It's not fair. The rage pulses. Hot. Fierce. In the mirror, something flickers. Lucian leans closer. His reflection stares back. But for just a moment, the eyes looked different. Not silver.