The Curse 소설 & 이야기

"And the curse? What about the curse I heard?" Emile took a deep breath, her gaze shifting toward the dim light filtering through the window, as though she was looking back through time itself. "The curse you heard was cast by Fate himself," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "When Selene’s Dire Wolves grew too powerful, even she began to fear them. Their bloodlust was uncontrollable, and they wreaked havoc on the world—destroying villages, wiping out entire packs. Selene tried to control them, but it was too late. They were monsters, and nothing could stop them."

Debo: “ You don’t feel very well! It must be because of yesterday's act! The sea was freezing! You could have frozen to death! Kataleya said nothing. Debo: “ Kataleya, what happened? You look very haggard! Why did you try... Kataleya: “ I am a black sorceress! I made a curse! Debo: “ What? Kataleya: “ When I was eight years old I was raped by eight men and I cursed! Debo: “ By the Gods! Men are horrible! Kataleya: “ I made a curse thinking it was protecting me, but in reality I... Debo: “ What plague? Kataleya: ““With my hands, I condemn all men who mess with me. They will die in the most painful way. Every second of mine will be your pity, every tear of mine will be your pain, every sad mem

How could this be happening to Hazel, to us? “What kind of curse?” Ethan asks, his voice barely above a whisper. “It's difficult to say.” The doctor replies, his tone somber. “But judging from the symptoms, it appears to be a rare and powerful curse, one that I've never encountered before.” A sense of dread washes over me as I try to process the doctor's words. A rare and powerful curse? What hope do we have of breaking it? “We need to find a way to lift this curse!” Ethan says, his voice filled with determination. “We can't let Hazel suffer like this any longer.”

‘Because if I had forced my way through to stop him…’ My wolf’s voice trembled from fear. ‘He would have strangled us both to death right then and there.’ I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “What…?” ‘You were too terrified to ask Zarius for the truth, Evelise,’ she whispered, her presence recoiling in panic. ‘So let me tell you.’ “No… no, please, stop. I don’t want to hear this—” ‘The curse isn't just dark magic, Evelise. It’s an ancient, destructive entity—a primordial wolf named Azrael, bound to Zarius.’

“Um, nothing. I just… I just want to know about it. Is it really as dangerous and destructive as people say?” He gave me a long look that I couldn't quite read before answering. “Yes. It is.” My heart sank into my stomach. “Whoever suffers from the wrath of a damaged bond usually end up dying from the attacks. it's like a curse.” He added quietly. Oh My God! Aiden is—Aiden is— No, that's not going to happen. “A–and there no cure or anything that can stop it the curse?” Sweat formed on my forehead and my heart pounded just thinking about the possibility of the curse not having a cure.