Novel & Cerita The Cursed Monster Author

It’s silent for a few minutes and I begin to wonder if he’s even going to talk to me when finally he says, “There’s something I need to tell you about.” “Okay…” My voice trails off as I wait for him to elaborate and he says, “I’m a monster. Most everyone who meets me believes this, even my own father does, and the reason why is because I’ve been cursed.” I want to comment, but instead, I bite my tongue as I wait for him to elaborate. He doesn’t look at me, he just stares at the fire as he continues, “My father was ecstatic when he found out that his firstborn was a boy, but he held me and I started crying. Even as an infant, I didn’t want to be touched by him. I reached out and touched him a

I was living. I looked down at the notebook again. At the story inside it that had taken everything out of me to write. People praised the imagery, the stakes, the characters. They called it brilliant, harrowing, imaginative. If they only knew that I didn’t invent it—I remembered it. That every monster was real. That every scar in those pages lived on my body. That the boy who died was not a plot device, not a narrative necessity, but someone whose absence carved me into who I was now. I lifted the notebook, pressing it briefly to my chest, and whispered his name into the quiet of the balcony.

He saw me for a moment, and I could see the relief in his eyes. “She is the key to the curse. No one but her can break it,” said one of the monster's heads, and I was shocked. I was surprised that a monster could speak but confused by what the beast had said to him. Elijah's response was decisive. With surprising speed, using his power, he enveloped the beasts' mouths in whips of darkness and sealed the monster inside a cocoon that the dark forest itself swallowed up. That's incredible, Alondra said with admiration.

My wolf pushed harder with every second, restless and desperate now. Eager to see his mate. That realization only made my chest feel heavier. The pack estate finally appeared through the trees and my wolf didn’t even slow down before leaping over the gates. Warriors immediately lowered their heads when I shifted back. Something felt wrong immediately. The atmosphere inside the estate was tense. Servants stood around whispering nervously while some avoided looking directly at me. My chest tightened painfully. The moment I stepped into the hallway, Mira stormed toward me furiously. “You’re unbelievable!”

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

“We did it.” Clara collapsed into my arms, sobbing. Lucien just wrapped me in silence, his arms a barrier between me and whatever was left of the dark. But I knew better. The monster might be gone. But the code? It never really dies. It waits. Like bloodlines. Like curses.

“Did he tell you what happened to his first mate? Did he tell you that the curse drives him mad? That every woman he touches is doomed?” Zara stood. “Get away from me.” Victor stood too. “You’ll see the truth soon. When the moon rises, and he becomes the monster he tries so hard to cage—remember I tried to warn you.” She didn’t look back. Later that night, Zara sat curled on her aunt’s worn couch, a half-empty mug of herbal tea in her hands. Aunt Myra lit another protective candle, murmuring something in a language Zara didn’t know.

“What the fuck was that?!” “Incubus,” Lila said matter of factly. “They ooze lust. It’s literally how they eat. You looked like you were about to climb him like a tree.” I slapped my hands over my face and groaned. “I feel violated.” She laughed and hugged me tight. “Welcome to Gravemire. Get used to it.” We split paths a moment later, promising to meet for dinner. I needed water. Or maybe a cold shower. Or possibly a priest.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d