Lalin's Curse Novels & Stories

“But you shouldn’t be here, Lila. The Bloodthorn lands are poison to us both.” She stepped closer despite the warning. The air between them hummed, an invisible thread of fate pulling tighter. “You said you’d find a way to fight it. You said—” “I did.” His eyes flickered, the red dimming for a moment, revealing his true storm-gray beneath. “But the moon… It’s stronger tonight. The curse wants you, Lila. It wants to complete what it started.” Lila felt the mark on her wrist burn—a small, jagged scar that had appeared the night she saved Cole. It pulsed now like a heartbeat, synchronizing with his. “Then let it come,” she whispered. “We’ll face it together.”

It was as though they could sense the weight of what I carried. “What have you found, Jho?” Uncle Jayden asked, his voice steady but lined with tension. I stepped forward, unfolding the parchment and laying it on the table. “The curse is real,” I began, my voice strong despite the knot in my throat. “It ties back to an ancient Alpha of Crescent Moon who defied the Goddess. The curse has lingered through the bloodline, and now... it’s taken root in Luna Tilly.” Crescent Moon’s Luna’s face paled, and Beta Trent placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. “What does it say?” Luna Tilly asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Isn’t that a legend of decades ago? “It is not a myth, Luna.” It is very real. The destined luna is supposed to be an antidote to the cursed Alpha. Lisa says. And what is his curse? What makes the Alpha cursed? I ask, interested to know more about what is going. He is a Lemensch, he is part Lion and part wolf. His wolf and lion hates each other. He cannot control his anger or abilities without his destined Luna. It a curse because they are little chances of him ever meeting his destined luna.

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

Lana opened her mouth, arms raised in the air, “How long were you planning to keep me in the dark?! Was it fun? Is this all part of your game?!” I blinked. “I have no idea what you are talking about.” “I know about the curse, Alpha.” ***

,Thalia was angry. Aunt Alice saw that the atmosphere was so tense, but she was surprised by Thalia's angry attitude, she pulled Thalia's shirt, but teacher Luc stopped, Mr. Willinos smiled: "Little girl, it's not natural that your eyes can't see anything, and it's not natural that you've changed your eyes five times to succeed. This means that this curse has chosen you, choosing you to be next. However, not being the chosen one means you only have one way to die, you have the right to choose, you can choose not to participate in this. However Thalia, there have been three deaths since the curse began and that number could increase. You are not alone, you have Giselle, her eyes and I will he

My chest tightened as I listened, the weight of his words sinking in like lead. “Adrian… you must understand,” Liang said, his accent thick with urgency, “Gwen’s de-hypnosis has reached a bottleneck. If she remembers all her memories at once… the curse will trigger.” I felt my stomach drop. Curse? “The curse…?” I echoed, my voice trembling.

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.

“More sure than I’ve ever been of anything. The connection is tangible. The sparks — electric. And her scent… it’s like nothing I’ve ever smelled before. Smoky vanilla—” “And lavender,” I finish. Realization crashes over him. “No.” The word chokes out. His face drains of color. He drags a hand through his long hair. “She’s… but… no. No, no, no. That’s not possible.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. We have the same mate. This has to be some twisted joke. Goddess… why? ———————————————————————————— Sebastian’s POV I am angry. No — I am raging.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.