Novel & Cerita Vecna Curse

“Don’t worry, Ve, it’s the alpha of this pack and some people you know. I am sure you will be happy to see them, but you know what you need to do, right?” Venus’ enraged face melted as tears welled up in her eyes. “I hate you…” she whimpered. “Why don’t you just kill me like you killed my son?” Zahir pulled her into a hug. “Venus, never say such inauspicious things. There are curses here and they are listening to you. They are watching you. As long as you stay by my side, they dare not touch you.” Venus started panting as she looked around, as if she was seeing ghosts. Clenching Zahir’s shirt, she buried her face in his chest, getting closer to him as she whimpered.

“Lycanthrope is one of the ancient curses, which was used by warlock to turn human in to werewolves in order to protect themselves from their enemies however it is one of dangerous curse and require dedicated knowledge because if it goes wrong then warlock could ended up getting his soul trap in wolf form forever. For keeping this curse in chain… warlock of sorceress need to perform a ritual where they behead a fully mated couple wolf and then burry their remains in a safe place, this safe place is known as Veeta, Veeta is place from where sorcerers can draw her energy and is source of all her evil power, if we have to break this curse we have to burn this Veeta” I replied “How can we find t

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.

She was strong but she was calculated. “Come out, come out, Summer. Don’t be a coward.” I ran off. I wanted to drag them both as far away from the mansion as possible. “Didn’t I say don’t be a coward?” Her black and white wolf was hot on my heels while her Mother’s magic was in the wind. This was unfair I needed my sister too but she’d been hurt by Veronica already. Veronica’s eyes were permanently red. That was a sign of a curse. She had too much blood on her hands. Not many wolves got to that level it just showed how barbaric she was.

Without hesitation, Marylin quickly explained with her blazing eyes. "We can invoke a curse by combining the inner power possessed by the elders of our village. But this curse is very terrible. There is no antidote, and the risk of unleashing it is very high. Therefore, we have never used it before." I was stunned to hear her explanation. Somehow, the curse Marylin mentioned reminded me of the mysterious virus that attacked Silverbrook Haven village. "Can you show me where the center of this curse is?" I asked. I had asked the wrong question.

She stood out from them in terms of her beauty, though she was more like a snow queen rather than a classical beauty. Fortunately, she lived deep in the wilderness, so nobody would be able to catch a glimpse of her naked body as she lay on the soft patch of grass. The night breeze swept through her, tickling her and arousing her sensitively. "Hanshan, if not for my curse, perhaps we would still be the best of friends," she whispered as she rolled on the grass patch. "Was my curse so scary to you? Do you fear me, after what we went through all these years?"

I looked down at Felix’s unconscious body, my hands trembling. No one would believe me. I had no proof to clear my name and even if I did, this man was beloved by his pack. It was my word against his, and he would win. I didn’t stand a chance. The injustice of it all made me want to scream. There was one other option, one even a fool would run from. Only someone so desperate for life, so starved of its touch, would even think to take this route. Someone like me. I’d live this last month in peace, and when my birthday finally came around, the curse looming over my head would take hold. The same curse that claimed the lives of my ancestors, of every firstborn female in each generation.

Nana Joyce continues, her voice laden with the weight of years of secrets. "The curse originated from an act of grave injustice. Calhouns grandfather murdered a werewitch, and in her dying breath, she cursed him. This curse binds each alpha in our bloodline when they reach 33. Calhoun’s father, my son overcame it, but he later got murdered. Now, Calhoun faces the same fate." As the truth unfurls, I feel a lot of emotions; anger, grief, and a profound sense of helplessness. "Nana Joyce, I never thought he was suffering like this. It's heart-wrenching to see him this way,” I turn to Nana Joyce, the lines of worry etching on my face.

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

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.