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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.

Chapter 2 - Breaking Fates “I have heard stories about him. He has been conquering lands, hectare after hectare, and giving them to his people and packs under his kingdom. He values power the most, and he shows no mercy to his enemies and to everyone who crosses him. Death had always been the final verdict, nothing else. But along with his greed for power and the throne, he values his people and kingdom as well, because you know, they are his subjects, which is what gives him the power, with no constituents, then he will have nothing to lead and have power over.” she paused.

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

Her breathing laboured as she attempted to remain unnoticed. Felicity broke the stillness. "It sounds like it's coming from outside. We should go. Chris is upstairs waiting for us." After they left, Waverly sunk to the floor, absorbing the information she had overheard. The Crimson Wolf was under a curse? What could he have done that was so terrible that he paid the price this way? More questions clouded her mind the longer she was in this room and no one would provide her with a straight response. Mentally defeated, Waverly stood up and saw the letter that was still atop of the table. She made her way to it, praying that it held some sort of answer. She picked it up and flipped open the pie

She gasped too as soon as she did. "The Solutions to all my curses," Rendall read aloud. "Flip through it and find ours," Helia said eagerly and Rendall began to do what she had asked me to. He flipped through the pages carefully until he stumbled on a heading. "The Destined Curse of The Werewolves and Werelions," Helia read aloud. "Destined Curse?" Rendall asked and they both looked at each other. They looked back at the book and frowned. "You've got to be kidding me," Helia frowned. The page they were both looking at was torn. The only thing that was left was the heading.

I just hope that the man didn't recognize me because he only saw my face for about a second. Now I believe in the saying that "curiosity kills the cat" because it looks like my curiosity will be a cause of my death. Fearing that those mysterious men might be following me, I suddenly entered the open gate of a large house. But my luck seems to have run out because the gate I entered was owned by a scary creature. A creature that looks like a human but has thick fur all over its body just like a dog with sharp fangs and sharp claws. I know what kind of creature it is. A werewolf. I never knew that werewolf is real because I only read about them in books and see them in movies. But the surprise

“I see. But you just mentioned the books. Aren’t those books burnt into ashes? How will you be able to obtain them, Father?” Felix sighed. “I met someone. He is a Tatius, worshipper of the 12 titans. His ancestor was chosen to flee the island to be a spy, yet he wasn’t able to return.” Revi lowered her gaze, thinking about the fate of those who were chosen to leave the island before them. She had quite understood their condition. It must’ve been really hard for them. “However, his ancestor was able to gather important information.” Felix gazed at his daughter. “Renata, the books weren’t burnt. The victors burnt the copy of those books. The original ones are hidden somewhere else.”

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter. I don't blame her... "Do you have anything?" I ask, staring down at the book she also gave me to read. The words, strung together like some other language, swim in front of me. This is impossible to decipher. She lets out a frustrated growl. "Nothing reliable." Every now and again her gaze flickers up warily to Sire. He paces incessantly behind me, which seems to be unnerving my friend. "We are running out of time," I exclaim. Day by day people are dying, and the guilt from knowing I unleashed this curse weighs heavily on my shoulders.

But it bore a tattoo—a sigil Maya had seen before, once carved into a drowned body the trench spat up during the first war. It read: > “Testament of the Tide-Forsaken.” --- They found the vault behind a curtain of sea-thread. A stone altar, overgrown with memory coral, pulsed at the room’s center. And resting on it: a book. No cover. No binding. Just pages formed from the stretched skins of those who’d survived too long underwater. Maya reached out. The book opened itself. No wind. No touch. Just will. Inside, words carved in bleeding ink appeared: