There's A Musical Curse Over Swellview Novels & Stories

The black curse hanging over the swamp began to dissipate. The ancient evil shriveled under the pure light, then slowly faded away. "She did it!" Thunderous applause erupted from the viewing platform. "Master Evelyn!" "The pride of the Alliance!" "The Light of all Healers!" The massive beam of light lasted for a full hour. When the last wisp of the curse was gone, I collapsed in the center of the circle. It was done. The threat of the Shadowmire Swamp was gone for good. "Master! Are you okay?" Liam rushed over to help me up.

"Flashes. A smell, a song, my mom’s hand. I remember a carnival once, just barely. Bright lights, cotton candy... like a dream. And then nothing." "The carnival hasn’t come back in years," Wren muttered, overhearing. "They stopped after the rot got worse. Too many stories of people meeting, falling in love in the shadow of the ferris wheel, and then rotting weeks later." "Sounds cursed," Milo added. "Everything here’s cursed," Luce said. "We just make the best of the leftovers." Nova looked thoughtful, her gaze fixed on the arcade door as if she could see the whole town beyond it, sinking deeper into itself. "Do you think there’s ever been a way to break it? The curse?"

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.

I'd made it through all of that, proven I was stronger than the mere omega they knew me to be, I have proven I could survive anything. And now someone here wanted me dead too. Was I cursed? Destined to always be unwanted? Always be thrown away like garbage? First my own mate chose my sister over me when I was carrying his heir. Now someone in this castle wanted me gone. What had I done wrong this time? What crime was I paying for? Maybe Garrick was right, maybe I really was nothing, maybe I deserved all this pain. The darkness crept closer, my heart slowed. Was this how it ended? Not in battle, but poisoned like a rat in the shadows?

Sawyer’s POV The ride from the jetport to the hotel is dreadful. The thought of seeing Sebastian’s smug face twists something ugly inside me. When we pull up to the entrance, my unease deepens. I sigh and pray to the Moon Goddess that today passes with minimal mental anguish. I open the door — and instantly know my prayers have gone unanswered. Her scent hits me. Smoky vanilla and lavender. Intoxicating. It wraps around me like a second skin.

“And I do not. I already have Miss Clara to accompany so now go on and find somebody else to annoy. Goodbye!” “All right then, here is a deal. If you win this round of “Trip to Jerusalem” then I will leave you alone for life!” Finn swears as he crosses his heart with his fingers. Blair sighs as she lets go of me and heads to the middle of the booth to get ready for the dance. One of the older people decided to play a dancey tune with their flute and surrounded the place with a whimsical tone. “Let us give it up to Little Red Ridinghood and Rumpelstiltskin! What a rare pair.”

“Adrian, are you clear?” I exhaled slowly. “Not yet.” A soft wind brushed past us, carrying the scent of burnt flesh and ashes. I glanced once more at the broken fortress behind me, the fires still burning, and the faint glow of the cursed mist lingering above it all. “I’ll probably regret this later,” I said under my breath. Then I stepped forward, crossing the line.