The Cure Novels & Stories

His voice came out in a broken whisper, his face draining of all color. "No. This isn't possible… I injected the antidote. I cured you. I cured you..." He lunged forward and started CPR. "Christina, wake up. Don't scare me like this. I won't make you apologize anymore. Just wake up. I'm a genius healer. I'm ordering you to wake up!" Sebastian begged and shouted, but the body on the bed remained lifeless. I watched from the moonlight as the once untouchable chief healer crumbled before me, utterly undone. I felt no satisfaction from revenge, only a quiet, hollow relief.

Nina swallowed hard, gripping the dresser even tighter. “As for a cure,” Adele continued, “that remains a grey area. Whitlock’s AI-driven medical research continues to explore potential solutions, but no definitive treatment has been found yet. While experimental therapies have shown promise, the disease has proven highly resistant to long-term intervention. However, with continued research and trials, the future remains hopeful.” She exhaled shakily, running a hand through her hair as she processed the information. In simpler terms—there was no cure. And yet, just last night, she had stood in front of an entire crowd and declared herself miraculously healed.

Ivy’s voice rasped inside my skull, weaker than usual, like she’d been chain-smoking in the back of my brain. "Well… I have no idea either, but the men said they’ll find a cure." I snorted, turning toward the bathroom. Steam already rising from the massive claw-foot tub I’d ordered filled to the brim with scalding water and every scented oil I could find to drown out the bitter herb stink clinging to my skin. “Fuck all of them,” I said out loud. “They might be the reason this is happening.” "They might be able to find a cure," Ivy countered softly. "They have connections. They’re extremely powerful in the realm. They care."

She lunged for him, but a wall of invisible, silver-white glass slammed into her chest, throwing her back against the rough-hewn stone wall. "It’s too late, Seraphina," Silas Thorne said, his voice now a rhythmic, grinding vibration that held no warmth. He stood before the Mirror, his skin taking on a faint, iridescent marble quality. "The 'Cure' has been administered. The North is no longer a graveyard. It is a 'Project'."

Even the Elder Council in the Capital had once summoned her to treat an important figure. The stone was real. But I shook my head. Charles snorted. "See? I told you she was a liar." Victoria’s expression soured, while my father and stepmother adamantly refused to let Quinn marry a crippled wolf with no future. But Charles spoke again, his tone infused with a chilling confidence. "I've already found a cure. Once I'm healed, I'll be back at the company." "If Quinn marries me, she'll want for nothing." Quinn nodded emphatically. "That's right, Mom, Dad. I know a powerful healer who can definitely cure Charles."

I could see the white mist of my own breath. The Silverthorn Toxin had reached my lungs. I could hear the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions, one wave after another. The sound of Fenris's empire collapsing. The sound of his people dying. The price he was paying for his revenge. And I was part of that price. I lay on the bed, feeling the final surge of the Silverthorn Toxin. It was like a million ants crawling through my veins, gnawing at every nerve. A web of silver veins spread beneath my skin, a grotesque, final tattoo.

Her nose twitched, “Someone needs a shower.” We laughed while I headed to the bathroom. I did a quick search on the company. From tech gadgets, to logistics and real estate, Neo Tempest was clearing the market. It is the parent company to so many household names I wasn’t aware of. It’s run by a board of directors but not much info on the current chairperson. Stacy and I stayed up all night to curate the perfect resume that would surely impress the head director.

Maggots crawled through the rotten meat. The witch's eyes gleamed with triumph. "You need the wolf scale of Aria, Erin. It's the only thing that can reform your body, purge the rot." Erin's mind then started racing, he remembered the gun that had shot Lyrien. "The bullet was mixed with wolvesbane and silver," he spat. "The only cure is here, with me. If Aria truly loves Lyrien, they'll return to me, begging for the cure." A cruel smile spread across his face. "And with her father by my side, Aria will definitely come crawling back. I have the upper hand."

As I pushed the door open, a shocking scene greeted me—the living room was brightly lit and filled with laughter and cheer. A round table was laden with a lavish Thanksgiving feast, the air heavy with the sweet aroma of pumpkin pie. My heart sank, and a chill ran through my body. My husband, Ethan Parker, and his first love, Mandy Sanchez, sat side by side on the couch, cuddling intimately, their faces adorned with content smiles. Meanwhile, my mother-in-law, Janet Wright, sat across from them.

"Which is why I told you to keep him close. Haven't you noticed how much better he's been doing, even without the rest of the cure?" "Well yes, but..." "That's because you are the cure, Cordelia, or I should say the catalyst. My cure can work on its own, but only if the case isn't too pronounced. I was able to cure my sons. Atlas would have been fine as well if it weren't for this monster's interference," she looks down at Magnus with pure hate in her eyes, "but because he received a direct injection of the illness, he needed a more direct solution--you." "Are you saying I am the cure?" my heart j