The Dukes Cursed Charm の小説・ストーリー

All this time, Reive stood alongside lamenting about how unexpectedly it had all occurred. “It’s fortunate that you happened to be here, Earl,” said the royal necromancer who had come to examine the duchess as well. “But, alas, it’s not a poisoning, but a real curse.” “Now, I see that too,” Reive nodded. “Curses become visible only after they’re fully activated, and you know that. At first, I was sure the duchess has eaten something bad because all the signs of poisoning were present.” The royal mages shifted their gaze to their patient lying in the bed. The woman couldn’t say a word, she could only hiss, burning Reive with her watery eyes. However, whenever she raised her hand trying to poi

Make the best out of a bed deal, always. A long time ago when I was a little girl, right, after the accident and after so much persistence of my mother: Father took me to a many warlocks and witches in the village despite his disbelieve in their power. They all stood helpless before my curse, and bowed in admiration. One witch, I remember, that had a small dim stall in the Circus that came to town one time had offered me a charm and told me that as long as I kept it safe and sound and hidden no harm shall befall me from my curse and because of that I have worn it as a necklace ever since. If it were to keep me safe from my own curse, but put other innocent people through literal hell than I

Duke Lancia slowly rised from his chairs and put a gold coin to the table, "This is for the soups," But Jenkin still froze to her place even after Duke left that place. Her heart beating so fast and she can't breath. If his daughter is a witch, then Duke Lancia himself is a satan! *** "But, are you sure about this, Miss? I heard South Island is.. tough," Mary said to Cecilia while they are in the carriage after buy so many books to the store. "The hardest the challenge I got, the better. I want to prove something to everyone who hated me," Cecilia said while she closed her second books about the reseach of wasteland with disappoinment.

Could she truly trust the Duke, or was she stepping from one trap into another? The carriage slowed, then stopped. The Duke peered out the window, his expression darkening. "Stay here." He exited, and through the small window, Victoria saw a group of armed men blocking the path. Their leader, a burly man with a scar across his cheek, stepped forward. "Your Grace," the man sneered. "Fancy meeting you here." The Duke's voice was cold. "Out of my way." The scarred man chuckled. "I'm afraid I can't do that. Lord Thomas wants the lady back."

“ Mama, I've heard that lullaby before. What is it about?” Mama paused, and our eyes met in the mirror I held before me. There was something in her eyes, something sad. “ Where did you hear it?” “The other girls sing it whenever we go out to dance. When I asked, they said it was about a curse - the royal curse”. “The curse of the Blackthorn Manor…yes, you know the myth, right?”. I nodded; every blood moon, a virgin was sacrificed to keep the monster and the curse contained.

The people at the forefront of that battle were the Kristens. History made them out to be heroes, erasing the fact that they were nothing but thieves and murderers. They were especially hated by the fairy mother, which was why they had such a dense curse around their house. It was only after that Natalia knew about the curse and the effect it had. She didn’t need to take revenge. It would eventually come. “Duchess, it is me, Butler Corren. I am here to deliver the duke’s decree”

Damon interrupted and almost at the same time, Ruth stood up and left me on the floor. I turned to stand up and face him but Damon was already on my side. “You know why your curse wouldn’t work? That’s because I own hell myself. It’s time I let you get that same death that you wished for” he said and smirked at me. It was an evil smirk and I knew he had a devilish plan set aside. I watched as two hefty men walked into the house towards my direction. “That’s her. Take her back to base 9 and according to the rule, you know what to do before you eliminate her” What!

Leona snapped as she tried to push William's body away. "Admit it, you like me, right?" William insisted, leaning his face forward. Leona shook her head slightly. She didn't dare to move too much in a position like this. 'My heart ... why does it feel like this? No! You can't be charmed by this bastard, Leona! You must not be weakened by love!' thought Leona still encouraging herself. William's face drew closer. And Leona has no room to escape. Her hands were shaking, but she squeezed tightly so that her poor condition would not be noticed by William.

The reaction Darius’s body went through when he was fourteen years old at that hunting trip was the same reaction he got as Barroc’s words got to his ears. Barroc continued, “the curse can be broken even without the witch who laid the curse. I know that a witches’ curse outlives her and that is what you have been told, but one thing about my kingdom is that we also have a coven of witches who practice magic for us.” “And my witches have informed me that there is a way out of the curse even if Yemanja has refused to let go.” “Tell me more,” those were the only words that came out of Darius’s mouth. He was too stunned to speak more than that.