Novel & Cerita Onix Curse

I exclaimed in protest, but no one seemed to believe me. Finally, breaking through the crowd, I saw Cormac lying there, his body contorted at some weird angle, his mouth foaming with a black substance, his hands clawed razor-sharp. The scream began to build in the well of my throat as I comprehended that Cormac was dead. I fell on my knees beside him and wept, hot tears rushing down my cheeks. "Oh, Astrid, oh no, oh no." I muttered, rocking forward and backward. But before I even had time to register what was happening, someone threw a handful of wolfsbane at me, the acrid smell filling my nostrils. "Cursed omega!" they screamed. "She killed her mate!"

Because of the curse the witches cast on me—as punishment for trying to balance the powers between all creatures and defy their claim to supremacy—immortality clung to me like a second skin, both gift and burden entwined. I buried my parents. My friends. My pack. Century after century, I watched them fall away, one by one. And I know, with a certainty that still steals my breath, that one day I will watch Rowan die too. Naturally, or not. Even my fated mate, if he ever truly existed, would slip beyond my reach, the curse shadowing every instinct, clouding every bond before it could fully form.

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

"I know it doesn't make much sense, but that's what happened." "But how?" I asked, my head spinning. "How does sitting on a chair activate you?” "Because you are the chosen one meant to lead the Wolfsong Clan alongside your mate, Alpha Aleksander Stormgaze. You are the Luna, Alina!" the pendant exclaimed.

Sire tells her. I sigh. The lead was an old witch Sire thought he remembered. Turns out the witches great grandchild had decided not to procreate so their family line died out a long time ago. "There will be a way to end this. We will find out soon," I say, painting a faux smile on my face. My spirits haven't been very high recently. The curse has slowed down from it's initial devastation, but it is still very prevalent. It's only a matter of time before Hazel or I get sick.

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"

Clear. I stormed off. But then I found Rowan in his room again. Pacing. "They talked to you?" he asked. "Yeah. Assholes." He nodded. "Pushing hard for a new Luna." "Who?" "Some northern bitch. Strong bloodline, they say." I snorted. "Sounds romantic." He laughed. Sad. "I don't want it." "Then say no." "The curse is worsening. Maybe... maybe they're right. One way or the other I'll need it. "

Like me, Nyx had been hoping Indy would snap him out of it, but whatever Thalia had done, it was more powerful. “Do you see it?” Klaus mutters to his mate, Xavi. “See what?” Dane asks. Klaus sighs, “The curse on him is strong. A black cloud hovers above him.”

His face was a mask of fury, veins bulging on his neck. “No!” Thalia’s voice rose, defiant. “I won’t stop, not this time. Everyone deserves to know the truth.” She turned back to the crowd, her voice trembling. “My father… he’s been trying to break our family’s curse for years. It’s real. It’s been passed down through generations, and it kills every descendant of Corvis Amethyst as soon as they turn forty. Today is my father’s fortieth birthday. He’s desperate, and he’s found a way to transfer the curse. That’s why this mating ceremony had to happen—because once Kyven and I are mated, our Packs will become family, and he’ll use dark magic to transfer the curse to Alpha Orion and Luna Rmonica

Leona monologue with a slight smile. Leona doesn't know. That the problem in her new life was not just about getting on William's annoyance. More than that, now Leona has entered into a world full of secrets that have been kept by William. Would she realize that the man who lived under the same roof as her was now a werewolf who might pounce on her at any moment? *** To be continued...