Roppongi Curse 소설 & 이야기

"What you did is more marveling. You're immune to Nyx's curse?" Rendall walked over to her and sat beside her but he regretted taking that action immediately because his wolf was becoming restless. "Mark her!" Conri screamed but he ignored him. He was trying hard to control himself. "I have always been immune to the curse. But, I do not know why?" "That's also strange," she said softly and Rendall gave her a small smile. "Well, it is as strange as a werelion making magic portions," Rendall said and Helia chuckled.

John's betrayal was complete the first night the alpha... used me. He'd been touching me too intimately for a while, calling me "angel" or "Sanna" and pretending he liked me. I'd always seen through it, and eventually, he realized that and decided to simply use force. It was his favorite tactic. So he knocked me out one night, tied me tightly to his bed, and... I didn't like to think about what happened when I woke up. In the year since then, I'd been used countless times, by the alpha or his favored betas. Being made up entirely of penniless teenagers, the pack never had any food unless they stole it, and I'd gotten used to constant hunger. I was skin and bones, too unhealthy to conceive a

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

As tensions escalated, Suri intervened coldly, "Mr. Tanaka, I'm already cured of my illness. Please leave!" Kenji stared at Suri in shock. Then, he issued a chilling threat. "That's impossible. Tonight, you'll still have nightmares, and it'll be worse than before. You might even lose your life because of it..." He reached into his pocket, touching the delicate wooden doll with a red paper tag attached, bearing Suri's birth data. Suri scoffed. "Is that so? Unfortunately, someone has already helped me break the curse." Kenji was taken aback. "That's impossible. How could I not know..."

"But I didn't ask for help" That sounded like a slap, at least that's what Artemisia thought Leonore would think. She didn't want to be rude or ungrateful, but that was the truth. Days before all, Leonore had approached the girl offering help to her to understand what was happening, not to end it. The curse of the family, everything that happened to them inside and outside that mansion, seemed old enough that it would end only with the strength of the love of something. Obviously it wasn't out of love that it was created. "Artemisia, you don't understand. We can't let this curse go on, we can't let you remain the main meal of sanguine demons" Leonore said, getting close enough to hold her ar

"They disbanded two decades ago... or so we were told." The air thickened. "Someone survived," Elias said grimly. "And they've found us." Veyra broke the seal and unrolled the parchment, eyes scanning the looping script written in a deep red ink that shimmered unnaturally, as though alive beneath the surface. Each word seemed to pulse as she read it aloud: "To the one born of frost and fire, child of prophecy and danger, We write to you not with threat, but with truth. The curse can be broken—but only by hands that carry both legacy and sacrifice.

After the loss of my chanced mate, I had created this Valley to help tame the hunger of the curse anytime it surfaces, but the guilt of knowing that she died on the day we mated crawled deeper into my heart than the poison from the curse. The memory of that night flashed vividly across my vision like it everything had happened yesterday. After my first experience of the curse, Prophecy came that I couldn't take a mate, because the blood of whoever I mate will trigger the curse and lead me to feast on the person until death. And once I kill one pack member, then I will never stop until I end the lives of the entire pack, granting the rogues permission to claim over our land and make it theirs

I seethed boldly, mucus dripping from my nostrils. “Exactly what I love...” he chuckled, returning to the sofa, “A sharp tongue. More reason why I’m grateful I spent a dime on you.” I gurgled loudly, tears filling my eyes and trailing down my cheeks. I didn't speak, not when my neck was literally on fire, like the flesh was going to pull out. The door burst open, revealing a muscular man with a long braided beard. He was Alpha Rheagor, the one Doom spoke about, the 'pleasure monger,' and now, I didn't know who to be more scared of.

"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

“Aella almost died, trying protecting a member of this pack from a cowardly attack. Do not dishonor her bravery.” A woman with sharp features and cold eyes leaned forward. “And why was the attack here? Why was it aimed at her?” She pointed a bony finger at me. “She brings a curse with her. A rogue’s curse. Her very presence draws danger like rot draws flies.” Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room. The ache in my back intensified, sharpening into a band of pressure that squeezed around my entire middle. I tried to focus on my breathing.