There's A Musical Curse Over Swellview Novels & Stories

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

“As long as she’s wearing the necklace, I don’t see why not.” I nod slowly, then a pain radiates through my stomach. I clutch my stomach, and my mom pats my back. The pain radiates to my spine then my legs, as I topple over falling off the couch. “What’s happening?” I ask, praying it’s not what official death feels like, though I have to imagine it’s close. “Looks like Hazel found the spell.” The Goddess says cryptically. I glare up at her for more information, but she just smiles.

“Enough with the dramatics. We’re ready.” Madalynn gives my arm a playful squeeze before she’s walking out from beneath the trees. A violinist—one of the Wyres—begins to play, the sound floating on the wind. It’s haunting, yet beautiful, light enough to avoid overstimulating the wolves’ sensitive hearing, but strong enough to make an impact.

The Obsidian Plains stretched endlessly before them, a barren expanse of cracked earth and jagged black rocks that shimmered faintly in the dim sunlight. The air was heavy with static, each breath tinged with an acrid, metallic taste. Aria pulled her scarf tighter around her face, shielding herself from the biting wind that carried whispers of storms yet to come. “This place feels cursed,” Kael muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword as his eyes scanned their surroundings. The uneasy silence was broken only by the occasional distant crackle of lightning.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

The storm roared as Aria and Caden emerged from the temple, the wind tearing at their cloaks and driving rain into their faces. Rollan nestled against Aria’s chest, his small cries swallowed by the tempest’s fury. The seer’s words reverberated in her mind: “Return to where it began.” Wolfcrest Avenue—the gala where their bond ignited, where Victor’s curse first sank its claws into their lives. It was a journey back to the origin of their hope and their pain, and the weight of it settled heavily on her shoulders.

Draven said in a hushed voice that held both admiration and dread. I clenched my teeth. “The curse?” I muttered. Draven nodded. “It’s manifesting, Ardan. It’s starting.” I had tried my best to bring her up for seventeen years and now the curse which Gloria had put on her was unfolding. “What do we do?” I questioned. Draven hesitated. “We watch. For now, we watch.” Moments later, after watching, I came out from behind the bushes and stood in the open so that she could see me. In a flash, Evelyn looked guilty as the animals ran away from her.

Miles chimed in, "Actually, six years ago, rumors were circulating in Kennington saying that Mr. Lawson was cursed, and later, many ministers and dignitaries of Kennington were also cursed." Chad nodded and stated, "That time, Sheldon and I teamed up to break the curse. We even caught a few Saffronesian curse casters. After all these years, just thinking about the situation back then still gives me chills." Esther glanced at the sky and interrupted the discussion in a timely manner, saying, "Alright! It's getting late. Chad, go break the curse on this girl!" Chad nodded and led Suri to the backyard, entering the prepared treatment room.

How could he let Hirre come alone? "You..." I was about to retort when the doctor's voice interrupted me. "Enough that! For this situation, you both need to be okay because Hirre is under the curse, a deadly curse." I was shocked as I heard Mr. Zahard's words. I saw from my peripheral vision that Severus was also worried about Hirre. "W-what do you mean?" Severus asked the witch doctor. "You both need to find Claire as soon as possible. This spell is too vicious and I can't fix it." Mr. Zahard replied and I felt uneasy because we, Severus quarrel.

“Everyone seems to know something except me. Her dad, you, Rael… even Sean looks like he’s in the loop now. Me? I’m just the comic relief?” Leon wasn’t joking anymore. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just a desperate, honest plea. “Tell me. Please. What is the curse, really?” I looked down. Took a breath. Then met his eyes. “It’s not something you can understand in one sentence, Leon.” “Try me. I’m not an idiot.” Silence hung between us. Then I said, slowly: “The curse was born from blood. From betrayal. From love that was ripped apart. And now… it lives inside every Moonveil woman. Inside Willow.”