There's A Musical Curse Over Swellview Novels & Stories

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

“Let go. I don’t want to hear anything else from you. I don’t want to hear another word from your filthy mouth.” He snatched the door from his grasp and slammed it shut. He cranked the engine. Ciaran backed away. Eliseo rolled down the window and glared at him. “If I sacrifice everything like you did, can I beat the curse too?” “Your sacrifices have to be meaningful. If you’re just doing it to break the curse, it won’t work. I tried to do that the first time, and it was hell for me.”

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Maria smiled and turned to leave. Just when she needed someone who would take the fall for her daughter, a savior appeared. Maria had already planned everything as soon as she saw Cara. She knows about the curse because she had ears inside the castle so, Cara had come to be used as a sacrificial bride in place of her daughter. A perfect meeting indeed.

“The Master of the Wastes wants your song.” Evangeline backed away, grabbing a heavy surgical tray as her only weapon. She felt the magic in the room thickening, turning the oxygen into something heavy and flammable. Simultaneously, at the community center, Emma was surrounded. A group of Veil-Remnants - human security guards who had been so over-saturated with Musical Magic that they had become hollowed-out thralls - advanced on her. They didn't speak. They hummed a low, terrifying D-minor chord that caused the windows to spiderweb.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

All it was going to do was this stupid back and forth it kept doing, frustrating all of us. Swallowing, I turned to the rest of my pack. We had to figure out what to do, and fast. The twins were going to start to be affected by this curse more than they already were. I didn’t want them to be affected by this. I wanted them to be able to live a happy and fulfilling life without this bullshit hanging over them.

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.