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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 whispered, her fingers tightening around the red gem as her eyes darted nervously around the room. A shiver ran down her spine, and the hairs on her body stood on end as she felt the eerie silence increase. "Who are you?" she demanded, her voice loud and commanding, trying to mask her fear. As she spoke, the strange sensation returned, like a spirit reaching out to her. In sync, her powers surged to life. Her eyes blazed red, and her signs illuminated her body. The astral flower on her forehead glowed with a soft, ethereal light, its petals shimmering with a gentle, otherworldly beauty. The color changes depending on her mood or the type of power she's using (blue for healing, red for pr

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

At least I could do that for him. A sharp jolt sliced through our bond, and I sank to my knees. I reached out and grasped the back of the couch to keep myself upright. Samuel and Jasmine appeared on either side of me, their scents informing me who they were, but I couldn’t lift my head as I focused on the agony swirling inside me. “What’s going on?” Russell asked with concern. “Is she spelled or something?” I wanted to reply and assure him that wasn’t the case, but hell, what Kel was doing to me was far worse than any curse.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

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.

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.

and I winked at her and grinned again. Isabella broke the silence. “I want to thank you for your intervention today,” she said. “I’m not sure I would have caught the sucker if you boys and your beasts hadn’t been here.” She stood up and retrieved some papers from an old wooden sideboard. “I pulled these last night,” and handed Chase some pages. He looked them over and then looked at Isabella. “Jensen told you about the curse?” I shook my head and Isabella answered. “No sweetie, my seers did.” she pulled another sheet of paper that was hand drawn in what looked like crayon. It looked like a cliff edge that was shaped like a crescent moon. On one side was a cage and inside was a wolf and a gir

I asked him. “Kekeke! Seemed like you didn't get the logic, Cerina. Demon kings’ curses are very different from vampire mages' curses. Just like graces, demon kings’ curses have physical forms...” He stopped for a moment and snapped his fingers, showing me something in my vision. A small violet-colored ball just materialized above his opened palm. And there's a floating fox sign inside it.