The Curse Of The Blackened Eye นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Face pale and dirty mouth wide open. Selene took one step back. The elders looked scared. Ethan stood up and rolled his shoulders, then looked at his hands. Then his face changed. Pain hit him hard and he dropped to one knee. Luca grabbed his side and bent over. Dante let go of me and staggered. Eli fell flat on his back. What’s going on? Then I felt it rush into them. The curse. The curse was black, heavy and hungry. It didn’t leave Ethan.

Now there was just silence, vast and terrible. "Her eyes," Elena's voice pulled me back slightly. "Look at her eyes." I couldn't see what they were seeing, but I heard the collective intake of breath. "The curse is spreading to visible marks," Morwyn said quietly. "Black veins, like corruption is running through her blood. Once it reaches her heart..." She didn't finish the sentence. Didn't need to. Lucien's face appeared above me, his amber eyes swimming with tears I'd never seen him shed. "Aria. Can you hear me?"

They knew. But they didn’t know everything. They didn’t know that the curse had begun to evolve. That we were no longer mindless beasts driven by hate. Some of us remembered who we were. And some of us… could still think. She was at the center of it. Elena Blackthorne. Her scent carried on the wind — wild pine, wolf, and something newer. Something vulnerable and strong all at once. New life. The cursed magic inside me recoiled at it, but something deeper stilled. A memory? A longing?

I couldn't help but smile. We continued to walk making small talk. The first room I saw was the Black magic room. The first word that came to mind was 'Creepy' because that is what it was. Altars were drawn all around the room and images of demons and angels were drawn on the walls. On one side of the room, there were groups of people holding hands and chanting. On the other side, some people were sitting on the benches murmuring to themselves as if memorising the spells. "Isn't black magic illegal? " I asked William confused.

“The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the birthmark of a moon shape on her neck,” I frown deeply and stop reading the note again. A birthmark in the shape of a moon. My hand slowly goes to my neck where my own birthmark lay hidden and immediately feels a shiver run through me, I immediately withdraw my hand. What the hell am I thinking?! I look at the note again and find nothing else written, even when I flip it to the back. Taking another look at the both sides of the section, I placed the note back on the shelf and walked away.

More than a century ago, the mighty Dolion Black Starkov was just a baby, born with a curse that would haunt him for eternity. His red eyes, a rarity among Lycans, sparked fear and trepidation in the hearts of the adult Lycans. The mere sight of him made them recoil in disgust, and the elders condemned him as an abomination.

"The cycle." "What cycle?" I demanded. I stepped to the side of the bed. "Tell me! I found a binder. Project Genesis. What is it?" Lyra opened her eyes. They were full of terror. "It isn't a project," she said. "It is a curse. The Blackwood men... they are too strong. Their wolves are too big for their human bodies. They go mad. They burn out before they turn forty." She lifted her hand. The skin was translucent. I could see the blue veins pulsing underneath.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

There was a flash of something in its eyes that if she had blinked, she would have missed it. With an extraordinary speed - or was it magic? - it disappeared from the opened coffin and was now hovering just above her head. She gasped at the sight of it now as she still couldn't get her eyes of it. Its... its lower part was just... fog. The dark miasmatic kind. Fading black miasma was still coming out and circulating round it. The head that had no organs earlier now had a pair of bright red eyes and a mouth line that had started to crack open since it started hovering above her. The mouth line finally cracked open and her vision welcomed a set of black fang-like teeth and a black snake-like t

He cursed under his breath remembering the illusion he had last night once again, he grabbed the glass filled with alcohol and let the toxic substance burn his throat. That soft yet familiar melodious voice curved into a beguiling moan that he wanted to hear badly, he wanted those enchanting eyes to look at him with the same need and haze he had last night. The thought of her trapped under him holding onto his shoulders tightly moaning his name like a mantra.