The Curse Of Saints の小説・ストーリー

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Nonetheless, the gold-figure still flow away once again and to slam into the hardened-force that block everything from this battlefield. “Ancient...” he murmured, cough so much blood that the clarity of his voice vanish, and to slightly confuse. With a pitch of high and low, he added, “You're nothing but a madness, disregard by your race! Not an ancient...” He shook his head and laugh like mad, though shocking seem like a cry of a little child. “So why trying hard?!” The massive figure howled in frustration. “You, foeigner, know nothing at all,” he said, his voice reminisce. “You having here is a sin, crossing the forbidden, so what are you if not Demonic Saint?!”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Valeria stood behind me in the mirror, her face calm, her voice a whisper of wind. “You think you carry my curse, child. But I was only the first door. The church seeks the last.” “What last?” I demanded. “The Veil of Saints — the place where gods go to die. The curse was meant to be buried there.” “Where is it?” She smiled faintly. “You’ll know when it calls your name.” And then she was gone — leaving the scent of burned lilies and the echo of her laughter. When I emerged, Luca was waiting at the stairs, gun holstered, eyes hard.

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to muffle the cries that felt like they were tearing me apart from the inside out. “It’s called The Curse Of Agony,” Sabrina’s gentle voice cut through my despair. “The blood tears are a sign of the curse. It crushes the soul of the one it’s cast upon. The body remains intact, but the soul endures unimaginable pain. The pain is so severe it paralyzes the body and destroys the soul from within. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses.” Her words were a cruel reminder of the suffering my mother had endured making anger and helplessness surge inside me. Killian had done this to her. The curse’s brutality felt like a personal attack, a violation of everything I

I followed him and said farewell to those people. I think it's good decision that I planned to visit this village . Even though I can see the river. But I know it's definitely the curse. Because holy water can heal the curse . Only Saint can heal the wounds and cure the disease , using magic. We walked to a distance from where we got teleported , Daman suddenly grabbed my hand and chanted the teleportation spell . In a milli seconds we were in the market place of the capital city. As soon we arrived , his foot stumbled. I looked at him by narrowing my brows.

"We have less than a year. All of us. Unless the curse is broken." The words land like physical blows. A mug slips from someone's fingers, shattering on the deck. A woman near the back gasps, hand flying to her mouth. Two men exchange glances of naked fear. The celebration that had filled the air just moments ago evaporates, leaving behind something thin and brittle. "That can't be right," a voice calls out. "We've lived with this curse for generations." "Read it yourself," Gabriel says, his voice gaining an edge. "The curse has stages. We've been in the first stage – the inability to bond properly with mates. This is the second stage. The final stage."

Ezra stepped aside and let her in. “You look good Summer!” Henrietta said. “I feel a lot better. What’s up?” I asked. “Oh, I have news on Hunter’s curse. It’s more severe than I thought.” “Have a seat,” Ezra said, irritation building in his tone. Henrietta sat down on the couch. Ezra settled beside me and took my hand in his. “I did all I could to determine the curse's origin. It was born from your family’s blood, so it’s binding, but I’m afraid it’s true. There is no cure for this curse.”

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.