روايات وقصص ضمن The Cure

After my wife, April Carter, gives birth to my child, I'm forced to quit my job and become a full-time stay-at-home dad. Before long, I spiral into severe depression. Countless times, I press a knife to my wrist, only for her to desperately throw her arms around me as I break down in hysterics. "Don't do this! Think about the baby and me! We're right here with you!" My brother, Lucas Getz, and my best buddy, Thomas Balfour, each grab a knife and press it against their own wrists. "If you want to die, we'll die with you," they declare. "Are two lives enough for you?" After that day, I fully commit to my treatment, determined not to let anyone else get hurt because of me. But just when I

My Alpha mate, Leon Worth, brought a breathtaking mermaid into our estate. He named her Nerissa and tended to her every need with painstaking care. That day, the moment Leon stepped out, Nerissa walked right up to me—and placed my Luna Crown on her own head, right in front of my face. "Leon and I have known each other for six months now. He promised me with his own mouth—he'd take care of me for life." She traced a finger along the crown's rim, her smile poised. "I've made up my mind—I'm willing to drink the potion for him. I'll give up my tail. Delores, step aside and hand over the Luna position. It'll save everyone the humiliation in the end." I didn't argue with her. I just waited for Leo

One of them said the word curse twice. Caelum's voice cut through the others each time he spoke. By the time the doors opened again about fifteen minutes later and the council members filed out past me without making eye contact, I had a fairly clear picture of the room. Caelum came out last. He looked at me for a moment, then reached out and touched my cheek, just lightly, the backs of his fingers against my face, and the gesture was so unexpected that I genuinely did not have a prepared reaction for it.

It's either the diagnosis was wrong or the medication itself is the problem. But the same medication is doing wonders in the entire Pack, there are no death rates again, the healing wing has reduced drastically in pressure, in fact the doctors already came up with a vaccine for protection against the virus, the pack members are all getting better, walking around like nothing even happened, but then the one person that found the cure to the virus is about to die from it, that doesn’t make any sense at all. I dragged Kiera's door open and stepped in, the faint scent of herbs hitting me immediately, and I saw Tasha seated beside her, feeding her the herb slowly l

Panic rose in my chest as I got up, speaking impatiently. “I have straightened the patrol teams, closed off trade routes from the infected areas, and ordered healers to quarantine anyone showing symptoms. Even so, my pack mates aren’t safe. What more can we do?” The sharpness of my tone cut through the tension in the air like a blade, pulling every ear in. Elder Robert lowered his head a bit before speaking. “Alpha, only a cure can eliminate the danger completely. Please hire experts from every corner of the pack for a medical remedy.”

“You do not have to be careful with me. I am not your enemy. In fact, I may be your only chance.” The bond pulsed faint behind me, Maeve watching from the walls, her presence steadying me, but I did not turn. My eyes locked on his, my voice rough. “And what chance is that?” His gaze flicked to the veins crawling along my neck, then back to my eyes. “A cure.” The word hit me harder than any blow. My breath caught, my claws digging into my palms. A cure. Rivan saw it in my face, his smile widening just slightly. “Yes. I can end it. The fire that is killing you, the curse that binds you, all of it gone. You will breathe clean again. You will live free again. You will not die before your time.”

The name of the disease in the notes is curable. Weirdly enough, the doctors I worked with in the Moonveil pack have a remedy that can reduce its effects for years before eventually erasing it. I do not doubt that if Cassiel’s witch doctors got their hands on that information, they could modify and make it better. She doesn’t have to suffer. Ceila goes to work every weekday, hangs out with her nurse friend every weekend. She had a calendar, a digital one with everything she planned to do for the month. Auburn got her hands on that. So that’s how she knows this information.

The morning outside was all lies—blue sky, singing birds, the sort of cheer that belongs on a cereal box, not in a house where killing someone is just another form of asset management. That file was still burned behind my eyelids. Silent Cure, a familiar name that sounds like hope but spells death in three languages and a patent application. And that last, red, angry line? The red-letter instruction about me becoming a problem. That one was going to sit in the marrow of my bones for a while.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

It read thus; "I am so sorry to hear about my girl, Candice (Unhappy emoji) No cure available with me here (sad emoji) Rojan and Bernice are going to Uranus to get one (love, puking face, eye-roll emojis) They would be back with the cure soon (fingers crossed emoji) Wanted me to let you know just in case (yawning and sleepy emoji) Here is something I found on the cure in my mother's book: Poison by the moon's plant can be cured by what does not require life to grow.