There Is No Curse In Elvish Novels & Stories

“You don’t know what that thing does.” “Yes, I do.” “Then you know it could kill you.” I stepped closer. The stone pulsed faster now, sensing the curse within him. He backed away, “Elara, stop. Stop!” “I can’t.” “You can.” “No,” I whispered. I couldn’t. I’ve missed him. We might not even be friends but the Draven I know is way better than this cursed beast. His voice dropped into something desperate. “I would rather live with this curse than watch it kill you.”

I rolled my eyes. “The original prophecy is the reason I am who I am. Hundreds of years ago, witches and wolves fought horribly. They were trying to exterminate each other. The moon goddess blessed a very powerful witch with the power of the elements, fire, water, wind, and earth. She was also gifted two wolf mates. One of them had a pure heart and one of them was evil. Her magic was so strong it was too much for one person. It was meant to be shared with a wolf. She had to choose the mate with a pure heart, and once they bonded, her magic was shared with her mate.

From the shadows stepped Silas, his presence like a shadow folding into mine—familiar, intense, impossible to ignore. His silver eyes locked onto mine, a storm of unspoken words swirling between us. “Elena,” he said, voice low and urgent. “We don’t have much time.” I swallowed hard, nerves and hope twisting inside me. “Then tell me everything.” He took a step closer, lowering his voice further, as if the trees themselves could hear. “The curse isn’t just about our families. It’s tied to a power stolen long ago—something sacred. That talisman Mara mentioned—it holds that power. If it falls into the wrong hands, it could destroy everything: our packs, the forest, even the balance of the world.

There was a crack in Elyndra’s voice and I’m sure that was the most emotion I’d ever seen her portray. My lips even fell apart because a betrayal like that had to hurt. It was no wonder the Witches were so spiteful. No wonder they wanted revenge. “That’s how the Curse came to be” I whispered but one thing still struck my mind so much. One last answer I need to know. “Yes” She replied.

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “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 pr

It was exhausting, frightening, and undeniably alive. Kael’s voice was low, almost a growl. “The curse does not forgive. It does not relent. And it hungers for what it cannot have… which, for the first time, may be something it cannot control: you.” Elara’s pulse raced. Fear, desire, and defiance tangled together, and she realized that every moment near him, every heartbeat shared through the bond, pulled her deeper into the unknown. She was not just surviving the curse—she was living it, breathing it, entwined in a power that was older than the keep, older than the kingdom itself.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

The human body she loved the most. Yes. Herself. She really loves herself, and hopes that one day she can feel true happiness without the shadow of fear like her previous life. "You deserve to be happy, Leona," she whispered. **** To be continued.... Don't forget to look forward to the next chapter

I finished for him, my gaze unwavering from the master's. "Veldrane," he replied, his eyes finally lifting to meet mine. "Just Veldrane. Or Vel, if you prefer." He moved to his desk and sank into the high-backed chair, steepling his fingers. His smile vanished. "Before we proceed," he began, his voice dropping, "there is a curse on you, elf. A rot of dark and ancient magic clinging to your very soul." I felt the shock register on my face before I could school my features into a neutral mask. His perceptive gaze missed nothing.

His fingers still. His eyes sharpen. “Vaelora,” he repeats, softer now. Testing it. Something shifts in his expression. Not lust. Not amusement. Recognition. The elevator hums as it climbs. His jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, like he’s fighting something inside himself. “You shouldn’t lie about a pretty name such as yours,” he says quietly. My heart stutters. “I—what?” The air changes. The teasing warmth drains from his features, replaced by something darker. Intense. Focused.