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Zen shrugs a shoulder nonchalantly “That it turns people into lycans, killing everything in sight. The perfect, non-descript curse to scare the masses.” “Indeed,” Lukas picks up his glass, swirls the dregs of red wine “We have little information as of now, and none of it makes much sense. The only common point we’ve found until now, is that this curse affects newly found couples. All five cases reported till now were of men who’d recently found their soulmates.” He looks up, and for the first time since I’ve seen him, his face is somber. “That’s why you were called in the first place,” Lukas admits “Most of the people involved in the case are those who’d found their soulmates years back, or

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

The Elder Vampires, driven by a malevolent force, sought to plunge our world into chaos. One fateful night, a cloaked figure emerged from the shadows, revealing herself as Celestia, a powerful seer with knowledge of the curse's true origin. "The curse was never meant for you, Hera," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of centuries. "It was a weapon forged by the Elder Vampires to control and manipulate the supernatural realms." My eyes widened in disbelief. "But why me? Why was I cursed?" Celestia's gaze bore into mine. "You are the key to breaking the curse. The power within you is both a blessing and a curse. Only you can unlock the true potential that lies dormant within the curs

And then the three of them walked to the Carlton mansion, and as soon as the three of them stood before the mansion, Aiyanna and Lucien stopped in their place and stared at the house. “Damn.” Lucien said, “this is surely cursed, there is so much dark energy here. This place can be the cursed spot.” Jayden spoke, “so maybe what Ethan said was indeed true, Flint indeed cursed this place.” Aiyanna said, “but just what kind of curse is it?” Lucien added, “And if that is true then you are surely in danger Jayden, they will come after you, since you are a diara vampire, and what I am thinking is correct then perhaps those spirits already know that you are here.”

‘Because if I had forced my way through to stop him…’ My wolf’s voice trembled from fear. ‘He would have strangled us both to death right then and there.’ I froze, my breath catching in my throat. “What…?” ‘You were too terrified to ask Zarius for the truth, Evelise,’ she whispered, her presence recoiling in panic. ‘So let me tell you.’ “No… no, please, stop. I don’t want to hear this—” ‘The curse isn't just dark magic, Evelise. It’s an ancient, destructive entity—a primordial wolf named Azrael, bound to Zarius.’

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one.

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

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.

And I am a fan of one night stands. My parents and ex boyfriend thinks I am cursed but my body is just highly sensitive. It was all fun to me but I got to thinking that, they might be right. So my best friend, Silver, introduced someone to me—A sex doctor . Marcus Morris She says he is my last hope. My question is, am I really cursed? Can a sex doctor help me stop being a sex maniac? Well flip through this pages and read the story of my life. The shades of Ann...