روايات وقصص ضمن The Curse Of The Goddess

He followed, sitting close enough that our knees touched. “She doesn’t come often, but I feel her presence in my mind constantly,” I said. “When she appears to everyone, it’s never gentle.” I stared at the cold stones. “Four hundred years ago, witches were rising fast. They were not all cruel, but power gathers attention. Villages were bending under spells and fear. Balance was tipping.” I closed my eyes. “They tied me to a post in the square. My mother was screaming. My brother tried to reach me. The Goddess stood in the crowd, unseen by anyone but me.” My throat tightened. “She asked if I would live. Not if I would serve. If I would live.”

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Lisa let out a gasp. She recognized the heavenly aura surrounding the lady and murmured, "You are the Moon Goddess." The deity grinned and exuded serenity. "Lisa, I've been waiting for you. We have to talk. Lisa gazed up at the goddess, her pulse pounding. "Please," she begged in a frantic tone. "I need your assistance. The curse is too powerful. I'm at my breaking point." The Moon Goddess touched Lisa's shoulder tenderly. "Lisa, the curse is connected to your soul. Furthermore, the person who cast it will want to seize everything from you.

Clarence lifted her face and did a small bow. "What is it?" Leandro questioned, his voice deep and void of the emotions that actually resided deep inside of him. "I am sorry, Alpha Leandro but I see no other solution nor a way to avert the curse. The curse was placed by the Moon goddess herself and the moon blessed child is what she wants" "The moon goddess, the moon goddess" Leandro rasped, his fists clenching. He was more than sure everything was the plot of the moon goddess. Him falling for Larisa, her being his mate, the both of them being unable to resist each other during the heat. It was all the plot of the moon goddess to make the curse even more painful for him.

"Tell me what you know about this curse. Tell me why Nero never told me." She flinched at the intensity of my voice, but I could see the resolve hardening in her expression. With a shaky breath, she began to speak, her words tumbling out in a rush as if she couldn't hold them back any longer. "Nero's generation... they bore the curse of the moon's goddess," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "The curse is that they would not feel the mate bond, even if their mate did until they proved themselves worthy of their mate's affection."

The goddess stepped closer, her voice echoing through the stillness. “Your heart beats for two now — one of blood, one of spirit. Your child carries the mark of the moon. Light and darkness both sleep within.” Liora’s brow furrowed. “What does that mean?” The goddess raised a hand, and the light shifted. Liora saw flashes — a silver child crying under the full moon, fire rising behind them, shadows whispering Draven’s name. “If love fails,” the goddess said softly, “the world burns. But if it holds, the curse will end. Your bond is the balance. Do not let fear break it again.”

Cortina looked solemnly at the two exiting figures, but then purple fog started to flood around us again, and she looked back at me. Finally, she took me back to that first vision, the one in the garden pavilion when Mr. Smith called me his great goddess. The ancient version of Mr. Smith was still embracing the ancient clone of me, but the sweet moment did not last for long. “This was where it all started. The start of our curse. The curse we finally have the power to break.” Mr. Smith grabbed onto the great goddess’s throat, forcing her back against the willow tree.

“We’ll protect this secret with everything we have. This goes far beyond natural sickness. We’ve seen every doctor worth their salt, yet no one has even been able to name what the hell is wrong with us.” I turned my head toward the window. Pale light washed over my skin, outlining every scar that marked my chest, reminders of battles won, enemies fallen, and the price of power. “What do you think Kelly could do about it?” I went on bitterly. “A cure has never been found because there is none. This isn’t some ordinary illness. It’s not even a disease. It’s a curse.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “A curse from Selene herself.” “Why would the goddess Selene grant us so much power; power beyond

I asked while looking at my fingers. From my peripheral view, I saw how he turned his gaze back at nowhere. "The girl will die and be reincarnated over and over again. No recollection of her memories but her soul remains. No matter what happen, the guy couldn't avoid the cursed. They will always meet over and over again. They are meant to love each other. So she'll still be in love with the guy despite of her having no memories with him. She will always fall deeply in love, same as the guy."

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God