Roppongi Curse Novels & Stories

I used to hear that the curse was PGWolf in Minecraft, but I never knew they were just going to work ones too. "Murphy, it is going to be difficult to hold him down like that; you just need to, like, ease up and let all of those strengths go out of him. The Luna curse power cannot be contained in this body any longer, and since he's already awake, you would need to let it out," Jessica said to Murphy, who finally let the rebel go as he began to breathe heavily, kneeling down to the ground again.

said another remark. "I know; that is why I have considered getting together with the rogues; they could be of assistance," I said. "What?! That's risky. We are already dealing with a fatal curse. What would rogues deliver? It is not a good idea." "I need us to win this fight. What wouldn't they do if we went up against Black Moon and our curse had been in effect for decades?” I responded. “Nothing but war came when you welcomed that wolf. What's her name?"

Their feet halted in front of a door, and Granny Maria's name was carved on the door, a smile brushed Aloha lips, noticing the crave for the first time. The door creaked open and Aloha walked in, Jessica wanting to turn but Wonbia voice stopped her. “I saw a curse hanging around, she cannot control her sexual urges, she sleeps with any gender whenever the curse demands, she was rejected and abandoned by her family because of this curse, but this curse can only be removed through a mate bond, but the mate despised her, knowing her weakness, she wanted to give up, she was tired of the curse, but she mustn't give up, her cure is nearby” Wonbia chanted, startling everyone.

If my father hadn't interfered, then we would be satisfied with Charmine and Candace, but since he did, we can't give up the fake bond he made between us and Annalise. "That must be it then..." she says, but it just confuses me more. "What must it be?" "The rogue curse…” “The rogue what?” “The rogue curse. There have been some undocumented reports that when a male rogue or high power imprints on a female, that female becomes their mate, whether they are their mate or not. Now, with your father's interference with the mate bond wanting you to be connected to Annalise, it has had an even deeper and dangerous effect on the rogue side of your wolf. Even though Hugo does have two wonderful mates

As they were speaking I unknowingly caught a glimpse of something that looked like a dark blood patch growing on Ocean right thigh… “What is that?” I questioned him and butted in his and Draco conversation Oceano glanced draws his attention back to me and then down towards his thighs and said “Nothing… just a bite from that idiot flying head” “Bite…? Flying head…? If that true than you need to treat your wound if you don’t want your head to end up flying like that sorcerer” I replied to him “What do you mean?” Oceano questioned me with raised eyebrow “A flying Penanggalan curse is contagious… if you are bitten by flying head... then you will end up getting infected” I informed him

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

He plunged the celestial silver dagger into my arm. I screamed, thrashing against the chains. He wasn’t stabbing me randomly—he was carving something into my flesh. The pain was unbearable. I slipped in and out of consciousness, the room spinning around me. Finally, it ended. I gasped, looking down at my arms and legs. On my left arm, carved in blood and pain, was the word 'Rogue.' On my right arm, 'Luna.' On my left leg, 'Tenebrosi.' And on my right, again, 'Luna.'

I had never seen him before, but the presence of danger in his aura was unmistakable. "I’ve been waiting for you, Sofia," he growled, his voice rough and filled with venom. "The moon doesn’t shine for you anymore. You’re just a mistake, a stain on the legacy of the pack. A curse." Before I could respond, Lyra lunged, her form a blur of silver fury. The rogue wolf dodged her easily, his movement fast and fluid, but Lyra was faster. She snapped her teeth at his side, forcing him back, but the rogue was relentless, his growl rising in challenge.

“You ain’t earned dat word yet. She was mwen ti princess danjere (my dangerous little princess) way 'fore you eva' came along…” Looking at Uncle Danni, slightly curious, I asked, "Why do you call me that?" Behind us, the screen door slammed again. Louise lurched onto the porch, her muumuu soaked in blood and rain, one hand clutching a gris-gris (Vodou curse) bag stitched from black velvet and greasy crow feathers. Her voice screeched like nails on a coffin lid: “Damballah (Vodou serpent spirit) swallow you whole, bébé (baby)! You think you escape me? Dis (This) curse’ll rot your bones ‘fore sunrise!”

It wasn’t the smooth silver mirror described in stories, nor the playful tides painted on childhood murals. It was vast and hungry, its waves were blackened by storm-winds and haunted with the breath of ghosts. They reached the coastline in three days, riding under the banner of the Accord, but even that sacred emblem did little to calm the villagers that greeted them. “Stay off the eastern shoals,” a toothless old woman warned as they secured the boats. “That sea remembers the old ones. It remembers who bled into it.”