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His features couldn't be seen clearly, but still he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her soul was being ripped out of her , spreading wild fires of longing thumping through her veins. A visible shudder raced through her . What was he doing to her? Her mind clogged heavily with confusion, once again the warnings of the elderly women blared in the part of her brain that was still capable of forging a thought. Was this the curse spell they had spoken about? Was this creature the devil who would claim her soul? "Who are you! " The male's ethereal voice snapped her out of her trance like state ....she found the voice oddly soothing...and familiar?

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

Although he may not possess the same overwhelming power as the other male, a distinct aura of strength enveloped him. He patted the nurse's back and swiftly left the room. The nurse, now standing before me, held up an injection. Its liquid was a vivid shade of red, and I recalled my mother mentioning that red often contained herbs used to weaken wolves, rendering them fragile and susceptible, typically employed in times of war.

Leona was surprised when she felt the sunlight that had entered her room. She thought she'd set the five o'clock alarm again. It can't be right, she wakes up late? Slowly, Leona's eyes opened. She glanced carefully at the room she was in. Right. The sun is shining now. That means, Leona wakes up later than usual. Leona reached for her alarm clock. And her eyes immediately widened when he saw the shortest hand of the clock was already pointing to eight.

He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.

That had never happened before. A sudden growl echoed from the trees ahead. I stopped walking immediately. Another rogue lunged toward me from the darkness but I caught his throat before he could touch me and slammed him violently against a tree. The impact cracked loudly through the woods. “You picked the wrong night,” I muttered coldly before twisting his neck. His body dropped lifelessly. Another rogue appeared behind me instantly but I moved faster this time. I drove my fist into his jaw, grabbed his arm and threw him directly toward the rocks nearby. He barely stood before I reached him again and buried my claws deep into his chest.

“Oh, I think they already met, and he hasn’t returned yet…or will he?” “Is that how desperate you are to fool me, Laia?” “I thought that you might want evidence.” She opened her palm and light came out from it. The light turned into images and then it moves and became a scene. It was Ryvan carrying Zild out of the castle. In the woods, a girl was there waiting for them. She was worried when she saw Zild. Zild opened his eyes and saw the girl. ‘Vien?’

“You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...” After for seemed like an eternity of slumber and voidness, my eyes slowly opened from the relatively loud voices of different people chatting and the relentless chattering of animals in the woods. I was quite appalled and uncertain when my eyes finally opened and adjusted to the dark surrounding as my vision became vividly clear like I was seeing something in an entirely different perception. The cottage had no lights of some sort, but I could perfectly see well through the darkness of the night. I was in Amara's hidden cottage down in the woods. Why am I here? I asked mys

' ~~~Ella's father desperate not to lose his one true love ventured into the dark forest to meet a witch, who could cute his wife of her illness. A sudden knocking on a door interrupted Trix from her writing. She jumped in shock as she observed her surroundings, she was in a cottage of sorts. She was sitting by an old table with a small bottle in front of her, on the bottle was the word, 'cure'. "Shite." The knocking became louder. "Alright, Alright," Trix said her voice coarse. She rose from her seat but her height was off. She reached her hands out to grab the bottle and screeched at the sight of her hands. An hold wrinkly hand with warts grabbed the bottle.

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.