Novel & Cerita Was Judas Cursed

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?"

"You think he'll never leave this all and live a normal life?" Judas frowned, swirling the wine in his glass. He wasn't surprised to hear his daughter. He knew Delilah always hoped. Even when she saw the gravity of their rules and how rigid they were, she was hoping Nathaniel would change his way but as much as Judas knew him, he wasn't someone to change into what he was years ago. He was in the deepest pit. Darkness didn't surround him. Darkness was within him. There was no going back. He was changed into something that wasn't reversible. There could be no restoration, according to them.

“Why the hell were you running like that?” Judas bent over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. “Max—” he wheezed. Giveon’s face darkened. “What about him?” Judas lifted his head, panic still etched across his face. “He’s been captured.”

he stammered before running off the way we had come. Seething I snarled when Cesan grabbed my wrist and pulled me around. “What is going on?” He questioned me roughly. Peering up at him I inhaled deeply. “Camden is alive and has chosen Jasmine as his mate. I was foolish and deceived and now my pup will have no father,” I growled as I yanked my arm away. Seeing his brow crease he looked as perplexed as I had after hearing the news. “Then who was put in the crypt?”

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

For a moment, I really do. Then the pain hits again — sharper, deeper. The room starts to tilt. “Jude,” I gasp, “it’s worse. The curse… it’s spreading.” His face hardens. Shadows explode, shattering a vial behind us. “I’ll fix it,” he says. His voice is steel, but his eyes are wet. “I’ll kill her for this.” The vial in my hand glows red-hot. The curse surges, dragging a vision into my mind — Selene, laughing, weaving runes around a crown. Jude’s shadows breaking. Our bond snapping.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

The curse was alive, aware, and it was hungry for more than mere obedience. --- Kael’s voice softened, though his eyes never left hers. “You were born under the Blood Moon. That alone made you special, but you were also marked by destiny. The same deity that cursed my bloodline foresaw your arrival. Your magic, your resilience… it is intertwined with mine. The bond is not just a tether. It is prophecy. You are the one who can stabilize the curse, who can survive it where others would be consumed. And I… I am bound to ensure you endure it.”

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.

Jacques. Several Ultara students had been hospitalized within a single week; this had broken the school record. Is there really a psychic vampire in our school? Ever since Jacques set foot in the Ultara Academy, students started losing consciousness for no reason. Could she be the cause? But something came to disagree with my hypothesis. If Jacques was a vampire, then I could have recognized her, but she smelled and looked human like everyone else. How could she be some kind of devil spawn? Maybe jealousy had clouded my mind. Maybe I should rest with the belief that I was just insane.