There's A Musical Curse Over Swellview Novels & Stories

You promised the curse would work, didn't you? I feigned confusion and fixed my gaze on Jeffrey, pressing him for answers, "Curse? What are you talking about?" Jeffrey was clearly flustered. He quickly had the nurse wheel Juliet away before he tried to sidestep my questions. "Yazzy, Juliet is just talking crazy because she's too stressed out. "I mean, the doctors were hopeful about her legs getting better, but out of nowhere, they started to get all hairy and moldy, and she needed an amputation!"

"But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes." "I'm so sorry about all of this," Ethan grumbled. "Just pray that we find a solution out of this situation you put us in. And I hope you learn a valuable lesson this time," Ethan hung his head low, his fingers fidgeting. "We need to think of something," he announced facing the rest of the pack. "Hey, what about witches?" Lucas hesitated, glancing around at the others to gauge their reactions. "I mean, they're powerful, right? And since one of them placed the curse, which means a witch can lift it too?"

she said to him after throwing me a curious look, and then she sauntered off to the kitchen. I felt as if I had whiplash, her demeanour changed so quickly. I wasn't the only one affected, though. Cole stared after her, his mouth slightly agape before he broke into a chuckle and shook his head. “What?” I asked him, my agitation clear. “She just played us both like a fiddle,” he said under his breath, turning to me to clarify. “Willow is Summer - I mean, Lana's - best friend. She was one of the only ones who knew about Lana's curse while they were kids, and when I needed someone to help run my business and be able to keep their mouths shut under pressure, Willow was the logical choice.”

Fenrir fell silent. That certainty in Rowan’s voice did not help the growing tension already sitting heavily in his chest. Elias pushed himself away from the fence then, brushing dirt from his hands. “Well,” he said, lighter than the mood called for, “hopefully the next stage of this curse involves less screaming and collapsing.” Neither of them answered. Elias looked between the two serious expressions in front of him before sighing dramatically. “You both make everything feel worse.” “Because it is worse,” Fenrir replied.

Because of the curse the witches cast on me—as punishment for trying to balance the powers between all creatures and defy their claim to supremacy—immortality clung to me like a second skin, both gift and burden entwined. I buried my parents. My friends. My pack. Century after century, I watched them fall away, one by one. And I know, with a certainty that still steals my breath, that one day I will watch Rowan die too. Naturally, or not. Even my fated mate, if he ever truly existed, would slip beyond my reach, the curse shadowing every instinct, clouding every bond before it could fully form.

HIS CURSE; HER BLESSING (Isla’s POV) Laughter filled the grand Carter estate, elegant and refined, except the amusement wasn’t born from joy—it was at my expense. I stood near the grand staircase, my hands clenched into fists, nails digging into my palms as the whispers grew louder. "She actually thought she’d get engaged tonight." "Pathetic. Did she really believe someone would want a girl like her?" A voice trolled from the crowd. I kept my head down, my gaze fixed on the marble floor, trying to ignore the hurting words.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

replied Shawn. Ethan nodded in agreement. He glanced at his cousin. He knew very well how stiff his cousin was. Surely this will be one of the most difficult projects for William. "Just a suggestion, to build chemistry between them, how about we give them a special time to get to know each other?" suggestion from one of the production house party representatives. "I think this film's budget is also more than enough to rent out an apartment for them to live together," continued Shawn. William rounded his eyes. Him? Live with a girl?

He always listens to complaints from the community, and slowly but surely fixes the poor community system. —★—★— “La maldición pasará y desaparecerá, Cura!” The spell didn't heal Axton at all. In fact it made Helena bounce against the wall until she felt pain in her back. The curse that her sister made couldn't be healed just like that. She wasn't as skilled as her sister. She didn't know how to cure Axton at this time.