روايات وقصص ضمن There's A Musical Curse Over Swellview

he says, then begins to hum to himself as he climbs toward the fucking ceiling. “Gods above,” I growl. “Listen, Westfall. Sister Giselle of Moonrise, are you familiar with her?” “Yes, she is one of their senior healers.” “She was the one who confirmed the curse. Can she be trusted?” “Of course. She is likely the best healer the coven has produced in the past two generations.” “She told Ella about a witch who resides in the Wastes, likely near the Alabaster Mountains. This witch is supposedly a master in ancient curses. Do you know anyone from the Moonrise coven who has a mastery in that subject.”

I had tried to forget, tried to bury. Slade whispered, voice heavy with dread. "The curse... it's about to resurface."

“You’re a fucking werewolf. Not a frog.” For the first time, Karissa laughed. A real laugh. She shook her head, clearly deciding to let the past go. Thank goodness. I didn’t have the energy for drama. I shifted the conversation. “We could smell wolfsbane in the air about a mile out.” Her expression turned serious immediately. She nodded. “It comes and goes. Sometimes it’s so strong I feel like I can’t think straight. Other times it’s barely there.” She glanced up at the sky. “It’s like the sky cursed us.”

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

My eyes stung will tears that are threatening to gush down my face. His eyes darkened. For one painful second, he looked away from me. And that was enough answer already. My throat tightened violently. “Arnold…” He inhaled once before stepping away from me completely. Then he turned toward the ballroom, toward the entire pack. The music slowly stopped and every eye shifted toward us. My heart started breaking before he even spoke. Arnold’s voice echoed across the silent hall. “My pack cannot afford a weak and sentimental Luna.” I stared at him numbly. “No…” I whispered.

Luna Mona POV While Heather was getting ready for the party, Shane and I helped Lyla and Gavin clean up from dinner. We started discussing some of the things that I had discovered about the other families that were in the area at the time the curse was put on the family. Apparently, Lyla’s family wasn’t the only ones in the area that had a reputation for being witches. Lyla and I had spent the last three years trying to find out anything that we could about them. There are records of them settling in the area but a year later they were gone. We had been unable to find anything that indicated where they had gone. The only other reference that we had found was in Eleanor’s journal. She talked

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 Witch Guardian began, her voice quivering slightly. “It’s ancient… and dark. The spell that was performed in Daimon’s realm was meant to bind the child to Daimon’s will. But because it was interrupted, the magic turned unstable, creating a self-destructive curse”. “What does that mean?” Mia asked, her brows furrowed. The Witch Guardian closed her eyes for a moment, gathering her thoughts. When she opened them, her gaze locked onto Evelyn and Alex. “The curse is feeding on the baby’s life force… and Evelyn’s as well. It’s why she’s weakening so quickly. If left untreated, it will… it will consume them both”.

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.