Novel & Cerita This Curse Is Just Awesome

But this curse is also the reason why I'm weak, so if it's trully needed that I depends on it. Like this very time. I will depend this journey with my curse! Somehow, the pressure lost effect in me. The darkness is so strong in this place, perhaps having no moon helps alot. And the curse kindly excited that I almost couldn't believe it! “This doesn't happen last night,” I murmured, pondering a bit as I scan the forest. It hit me that there's must be unique in this forest that this curse is kind of excited, and not at all because of the curse!

The last couple of days have been a whirlwind. An exciting new development in my curse-free state is that now makkares can heal me. Sebastian had a brainwave and decided it was worth a try asking a friendly makkari to heal me since I was technically no longer cursed, and it turns out he was correct. All the pain, aches, exhaustion, and those disgusting blisters, are now a thing of the past, which is a great relief to me as it now means I can enjoy all the blessings that surround me.

He likes to act tough and argue, but in the end, he always gives us whatever we want. The only exception to that is if he feels like it’s too dangerous. Which apparently is everything I want to do outside of our pack or the surrounding towns. I know that I’m different. On my first birthday, the moon goddess blessed me with a unique mark on my right hip. No one knows exactly what it means. Some people think it’s a prophecy mark, and that I’m destined for some kind of greatness. Other people think the mark and my powers are a blessing for my family’s role in taking down an evil pack.

A plan that would work for everything I have in mind. Just then, something struck my mind and it got my brain launched out of my skull. 'The curse…. Could she be the….' I staggered backwards using my hand to cover my mouth. 'It mustn't be…. Hell no!' I rejected that thought the very moment. If it is the curse, their love will only strengthen, because they would need each other to survive this world. Even with the way the Alpha is interested in her, I think something is quite wrong. No one has ever said no to the Alpha, her own is something I can't really relate with. The both of them are just something very difficult to dissect.

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

There are curses of infertility, illness, mutilation, altered appearance, and many other unpleasant things. But no matter how terrible a curse may be, if it is reversible—there is a way to lift it. And the answer is as old as the world itself: a very strong positive emotion. In particular, love is the key to breaking many, many curses. So, in general, nothing surprising there. Flipping through the book until midnight, I realized that Karadeylis has precisely a curse affecting his appearance—and some ailments as well. And since he walks, lives, and functions, the curse is most likely reversible—which means it can be removed.

I motioned for the guards to take him. “You’ll hear from my Alpha!” he grumbled as the guards dragged him out of the room. The silence that followed was pure bliss, and it made me smile as I watched the rest of the elders’ faces—their mouths hanging open in shock at my audacity. “So, where were we?” I asked, staring at their tensed faces. Nobody wanted to talk now. “Should I loosen your tongues?” “Alpha King,” an elder from my own pack finally spoke, “the curse is getting worse by the day.”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

I dig deep, feeling the air, water, and earth around me. My eyes snap open when I get a lock on it, and I feel it. “Oh shit!” the curse flies from my mouth. This isn’t good. This isn’t good at all.

“Then we keep having fun until this curse is broken,” “Sure,”