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It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

She said, peering into my eyes, and I could see a glint of tears in her eyes. “We will, I can guarantee you that,” I said, glancing at Zahir before I left with Hikari and Morfan. I had left behind my spy butterfly to monitor them. It was all on Venus now. Curses had a weakness — they were parasites. They could either remain stuck to a person or a thing. Zahir had placed individual curses on all escape routes. Those didn’t really care about what the other curses were commanded to do. So even if they saw Venus escape through that window, they would be the least bothered.

What kind of terrible mother am I? The king shushed her, "shh, please stop beating yourself up. I don't want your health to be affected. Everything that happened was done by Meela. She solicited the help of a dangerous witch who cursed Kathy. That was the reason we all hated her. I am even appalled by the fact that I almost hung someone to death, how much more the fact that she is our princess. But I know we were all under the influence of the witch's curse. I feel better that she is with Mason. Everything surely makes sense now. The prophecy said that she would marry Mason but because of the curse, Mason ended up asking for Athena's hand in marriage.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

She seemed to look through it for a moment, although I wasn’t sure what she could possibly see with that thing. Finally, she set everything aside with a heavy sigh. “It is as I thought.” She shook her head wistfully and plopped into the chair behind her as if suddenly exhausted. “The curse is taking its effect in the form of a magical tuberculosis.” “Magical… tuberculosis.” Alexander stared at the witch in shock. I hurried across the room and poured her a cup of tea from the steaming teapot. She accepted it with a muttered thank-you and took a sip before answering.

"A sample of the 'Soul-Devouring Curse' energy residue from my own body." I held the vial up high, the black energy inside clearly visible. "This was extracted during the curse attack on Moonlit Cliff," my voice echoed clearly through the hall. "It has been authenticated by the Coalition as a high-level dark magic curse." "Lies!" Seraphina shook her head frantically. "I never used a curse on you!" The Mirror of Truth pulsed again, black waves rippling across its face. The audience grew restless. "She's lying..." "The mirror doesn't lie..."

His eyes blazed with fury, with a twisted incantation, he cast a cruel curse upon her. A blinding light tore through the sky. Lioren screamed, her form shimmered, then shattered. Her soul was ripped from her divine vessel and forced into the body of a wolf, no longer radiant and celestial, but cursed, feral, and bound to darkness. She howled in agony as he sealed her within a small, ancient artifact, like a relic of ruin. But just before her transformation completed, she hurled the Mirrorheart Sigil into the air with all the strength she had left. It glimmered against the wind, and a white dove caught it mid-flight, wings slicing through the sky as it flew far, far away.

The library, the main hall, and now here, lurking in the shadows like some sort of incompetent spy. It was ridiculous, really. I was ridiculous. But every time I caught a glimpse of him—broad shoulders, that high-handed tilt to his chin—my dream came rushing back … blood pouring from his eyes, choking, dying. I shook my head, trying to clear the images. I just had to be away from him, his scent and presence. Maybe I could find a way through this… curse. Maybe there was a priestess who could help. My pack had none, at least not one that hasn't been corrupted.

Wendy said. Adrian let out a low gasp beneath his shuddering breath and somehow he drew the pencil and the book to himself again. He was having the visions again. This time, his drawings were clearer and it looked like a continuation of the previous but they could not see the connection. The last thing he drew, was Gabriel in a room, lying flat like he was sick or dead but Wendy and West took it that he was sick. This picture he was drawing, was a giant animal that had the face of a fierce cat bowing before a woman who stood beside a bed with a lady lying on it.

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul