Novel & Cerita The Curse Of The Blackened Eye

“Here we go.” The opening paragraph immediately caught my attention. It read: ‘A curse of dark magic could have vein-like black marks. Those marks signify the curse…’

"Just look at me and breathe. We can fix this." My words had the opposite effect. She looked at her arm and let out a small, choked sound. She started to shake even harder, and her eyes went wide with a frantic energy. The curse seemed to notice her fear immediately. It was like a predator sensing a weakness, and it took advantage of her unsettled state of mind. I watched in horror as the black runes on her arm began to wiggle. They moved like worms under her skin, twisting and turning vigorously as if they were searching for a way to burrow deeper into her heart.

He took a breath, then added, "This is the mark of high-level black magic." Lysander stared at Alpha King like someone studying a war map. He didn’t say much, but when he spoke, his voice carried weight. "This is a curse. A curse with a runic sequence—it consumes slowly, igniting the tissues from within without leaving the usual scars we’re familiar with. A technique like this... requires bitter energy. And—" he swallowed, searching for the right word, "—the thing is, it can only be transferred if the source is close enough."

Though I was in an advantageous position, I approached Joey cautiously. Before going to Black Furies, Orathe had warned me, "Remember, be careful of the Black Furies royal members' curse at the last moment of the battle. The Heimann's bloodline has a special Gift; they can choose to exchange their soul for a curse. Instead of returning to Moon Goodness after death, they turn into black flames that chase after the person they hated the most during their lifetime. That flame can't be extinguished by water unless the enemy is burned to ashes. It is one of the most terrifying curses, so you must be cautious. Alisha, I am giving you the Moon Stone of our pack; it can stop the curse. So, during th

She collected the paper and stared from the paper to Alecto. With her eyebrows knitted in confusion, she opened to the torn page and saw that the piece of paper Alecto had given her fit the torn page perfectly. "But—" Rendall's voice trailed off. He looked back at the page, then to Alecto. He also looked confused. "The page was empty. Blank. Nyx herself did not know the solution of the curse because the curse wasn't from her." "We know that it wasn't from her. Who is the curse from?" Helia asked and Alecto looked away from them.

I couldn’t let her suffer like this. I had to find the Black Book. It was the only thing that might save me. Save us. Elowen’s words echoed in my mind … It contained secrets that could end the Alphas, shift with the moon cycles, and call to those marked by darkness. If it held the power to stop this curse, I had to get it. No matter the cost. I tried to stand, but a wave of dizziness hit me. My vision swam. The black veins on my wrist throbbed harder. I coughed again, harder this time. Blood splattered across the cave floor. Pain exploded in my chest.

The irony makes me wanna scream. “There we go,” I breathe out. “Nice and easy, babe.” Don’t look. Don’t you fucking look. Too late. My eyes flicker for half a second—and yup. There it is. The outline. The thing. Floating like a cursed sea monster beneath the bubbles. Fuck me sideways. My pupils are cursed. “I saw it,” I whisper to no one, maybe to God. “My eyes are fucking cursed.” “Hmm?” Dante’s voice is a low rumble, amused. “You always make that face when you bathe me, wife?”

she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. The devil paused, choosing its words carefully. "The curse of the black mamba turns its victim's own life force against them," it explained. "The afflicted person becomes a vessel for dark energy, and their aura is tainted with malevolence. As a result, they become susceptible to the influence of evil forces, and their powers become uncontrollable."

I believe her face was engraved on my mind and soul in that brief moment. God damnit. She had long black bouncy hair, while I had a long black shaggy mullet with white highlights. I was suddenly motivated to dye my hair completely black. "You are aware that you cannot love another person if they are not your mate, right, Celare?" Sarreth, the little shit, asked. Sarreth's question prompted me to raise my brow. Of course, I'm well aware of that shit. My mate is irreplaceable to me; no one can ever fill them in every way, but this whole thing about this mysterious goddess gives me a fucking burst of energy.

Everything in my field of vision blurs a little from the venom in the forsaken bite and I have to keep blinking in order to clear it. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck!' I think and my wolf laughs at me. I swear I can see a smile on her face as she takes over. "Whatever you're thinking about me, you can stop it right now Celeste.." I tell her. She rolls her eyes and her speed is incorporated into our body. We leave the forsaken behind and circle back to the river to grab our things and maybe even cross. The venom is slowly working its way through my body and I can feel it as it burns through my system.