The Curse Of The Blackened Eye นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

I’m anticipating the moon reaching the centre of the sky, even though I’m aware of what unleashes the curse. “What’s more dangerous, the curse, or him?” She laughs softly to herself, although there’s an edge to it. “Depends how spiteful he is toward the Alpha and the Pack who spelled him in the ground in the first place.” Thumbing through the pages, she doesn’t look up at me. “The Pack we are part of, by the way,” she adds. “I’d be pissed.” The merciful thing would have been to kill him, although Hazel suggests it’s almost impossible. Plus, Alpha’s are spiteful, arrogant creatures.

His jaw was clenched, a muscle ticking there, golden eyes fixed on me. In another life, I’d thought those eyes were beautiful. Now, in the light of the blood moon, they glowed wrong. Too bright. Too sharp. Like something other than human was staring through them. They called him the cursed Alpha of Blackmoon behind his back. I’d heard the whispers in the pack house: He’s dangerous. He goes black in the eyes when the curse takes him. And when he loses control… someone always dies.** Tonight, that someone was me.

I spoke softly, but he just brushed it off. “Can I see it?” I asked again. He let out a deep breath before turning. He unbuttoned his shirt and turned, leaving me no option but to struggle to climb the bed. His eyes were in the mirror, fixed on me. I quickly removed the potion without him noticing. The tattoo was darker than before, and his eyes were so dark that even the blindfold couldn’t cover them. I applied it to the eyes as instructed, and that’s when the puzzle solved itself. The snake’s eyes represented Luca’s eyes, while the snake was a representation of Luca’s curse. How could I not have pieced this together before?

"What is this?" "A warrior collapsed during morning patrol," the man said. "No wounds. No signs of infection. But this... oozed from his mouth." Lucien's stomach dropped. "The medics tried to purge it. But nothing worked," the councilman continued. "His eyes turned black before he fell unconscious. He's not dead but he's not waking up, either." Lucien didn't say it aloud. But he knew. The curse was shifting. It was no longer just about death.

“We don’t want your bow, Elara. We want your rise. Come willingly, and I will show you how to break your chains. How to become what you were meant to be.” My wolf snarled. “Liar.” I took a step forward. “What I’m meant to be is not your pawn.” The Mourner raised her hand. The air split open. From the crack in the sky, a black shadow emerged. I stumbled back. It wasn’t a Wyrm. It was worse. It was a creature made of bone and smoke, with eyes like bleeding stars and claws that scraped across reality itself. Kael whispered, “What is that?” Lucan swore under his breath. “That’s the First Curse.”

The wolf goes from attack to submissive more than once which showed us that he doesn’t want to fight but Yanik is making him do it. The wolf turns and looks at me and it’s left eye is tar black while the other is brown, this guy has been cursed ( Kavi, charge him and hold him around his neck so he’d submit I need to get his eye ) < his eye? What on earth for? > ( his left eye has a curse which is probably why he’s the way he is, just make him submit but don’t kill him )

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

It is here now. In the circle. Writhing. Alive. The black energy twists above the cracked runes like smoke trying to take shape, thick and ugly and furious, snapping at the silver lunar light still pouring through the pattern. My stomach turns. “Gods,” I whisper. Darius hears me. “What is it?” he asks. I do not look at him. I cannot. Because the truth is right in front of me. “The curse,” I say quietly. “It is almost out.” Elara stiffens.

He roared a question, every part of his transformed body was dark as if tar had been splashed all over his skin. The pupils of his eyes were covered in nothing but blackness— as if lifeless, they glared at Renesmee who was now blinking blankly, with confusion. The ground began shaking while the sky roared— it was late for Renesmee to react when Liam rushed in her direction. "You shall pay!" Liam hissed in an omnipresent voice. — Blackness was the night, of the Cold Night cursed by the whispers of Malbonte. •••