The Christ Cure Novels & Stories

they spared and spared and spared, when Lycan knew that his brother wanted to hurt him to feel better he let him hit his shoulder and draw blood. Claus tore his garment and in a show of care used it to soak his brother's blood , his excitement made him run back to the witch with a cloth soaked with his brother's blood. the witch used the cloth to curse Lycan into a beast and a man. two residing in one body . and then she cursed Claus to be a wanderer and undeserving of his brother's forgiveness that when the two sets eyes on each other, the urge to kill each other would emerge but Lycan being a man beast would have the greater power because Claus and his descendants would always be weak.

“It’s the curse. It happens often. I know he looks tough and powerful but beneath that facade is pure pain. He has haboured that monster for centuries. He is very powerful, and that is why the monster hasn’t taken over completely. I felt my chest tightening as i listened to Kara. He has indeed suffered and endured a lot. I feel sorry for him, but still, I want no part in all of this. “But how exactly do I cure him? I don’t have any supernatural abilities.” I asked the question that has been lingering in my mind for a long time now. “You just need to be with him, your body, blood and essence will eventually, gradually break the curse” she responded. Just? She said just like it’s an easy thing

"The healers have tried everything. Holy water, exorcism rites, purification circles. Nothing works. The curse is eating him alive from the inside, and we have three days before it reaches his heart." They reached the third floor landing, and Gabriel could feel the curse magic now, pressing against his skin like oily fingers. The hallway stretched before them, impossibly long, lined with closed doors that hid childhood memories he had spent five years trying to forget. His father's bedroom sat at the far end, the green light seeping out from under the door like poisonous fog. "The healers say there's only one cure," Catherine continued, her voice breaking on the last word. "Alpha blood that

He was blunt; there was no humor in his face. “You’re joking,” I rasped. The words were small and helpless inside my mouth. I did not want to believe him. “Carlin isn’t joking.” Zeph’s voice was flat. “If you wait until the sun rises, the magic will fail. You must drink now.” “Magic?” The word tasted foreign. Fear coiled in my chest, sharp and immediate. I didn’t trust the idea of it. Not completely. My Father did his best to make me fear it. But Garret had stood for this. I had followed him so far. Garret would never lead me astray.

How did her life go from zero to hundred in just two weeks? Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of her Christmas miracle. “It's a deal.” She looked up at him.

Staring at where my kidneys were supposed to be, Evan let out a puzzled hum. Evan and I dated for three years without ever fighting once before we decided to get married. However, just before our wedding, I found out that I was suffering from kidney failure. Not wanting to burden Evan, I asked for a breakup. Evan begged me to reconsider. It was the first time I'd ever seen him cry, but despite that, I closed the door in his face. As I waited in despair for my time to die, the doctor told me a suitable donor had been found and that I could get the surgery done immediately.

She looked up at him, her gaze meeting his. And for the first time, she didn’t see a billionaire. She didn’t see the man who had bought her. She saw a man who had spent a decade in exile. A man starved for a single, simple connection. And she saw herself—not as a victim, not as a slut, not as a joke. But as the key. “To the cure,” Voss said, his smile a flash of white in the firelight. “And to new beginnings.” He gathered his things, a whirlwind of scientific excitement. “I’ll be in touch. And Amara? Welcome to the team.”

I smiled and collected the bag and looking inside I saw that he bought almost all the prescribed drugs and I was happy. "You sure are Christian" I said to him and he smiled and went to sit beside our mother. "How is she?" He asked. "Not changed" Christine replied. "Well since the drug is here, I think she will be fine" I said happily. Christian sighed unhappily and I noticed the change on his face.

I looked away from his stare, unable to put into words how helpless I felt at that moment, I wasn't even aware it had been a curse, I cleared my throat, looking down at my hands, “I don't…know…I mean...I have no idea, it was even a curse in the first place. I only wanted to hurt him, as much as he hurt me.” “Oh, who cares about his curse and his burnt face? Christoff got what was coming to him, he deserved that and more.” She spat, in righteous anger, I threw her a grateful look fully aware this was her way of shielding me. “Besides what's it to you if she can cure him of it? He doesn't deserve it.” Alex cleared his throat before looking away, “I don't want her to cure him, obviously I know

I don’t know whether to thank Goddess Morrtemis or Goddess Zarseti or both of them for creating a pairing that will save my friend, but whatever God is responsible; thank you, thank you, thank you. “Mei is on her way here. Once she is here shut the door and close the blinds. What happens next does not leave this room,” I order them letting my Alpha Spirit roll off me. Doctor Richard and Vitali bow their heads in submission. “What is going on, Alpha?” Doctor Richard asks me. “We just so happen to have a cure,” I announce. Doctor Richard’s eyes to widen in surprise, “But… forgive me, Alpha, but that’s not possible,” he says.