White: Melody Of The Curse Novels & Stories

With each name she called, my skin crawled , my heartbeat stuttered, the sound of these names were like keys, unlocking doors that should have remained locked “ Morwenna, stop,” I said, “You shouldn’t be doing this.” She ignored the sound of my voice as she continued to whisper. “Morwenna!” I had turned towards me, and even though her eyes were hidden, I could tell they were now fixed on me and when she finally spoke again. The voice wasn't entirely hers. “What is promised cannot be stopped, Malik.” “ What the hell are you talking about?” “ The curse feeds on blood and love but love is how it always finds its way back.”

Melody’s POV I woke up to the oh so lovely sound of my beeping alarm clock. It sounds like a dying whale, specifically a dying whale that is dying a very slow and painful death. “Ugh.” I grit out as I roll over, covering my face with one of my pillows, hoping to block out the sound for a little longer.

I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, claws dripping red. The door opened again. Blackthorn wolves flooded in. Their eyes locked on me, on the shadows still curling off my skin, on the glow still burning in my eyes. At the front stood Elder Cyril. His face was stone, his voice as sharp as the blade he carried. “The House of Glass cannot stand with a curse inside its walls. Either the curse is purged… or Blackthorn shatters tonight.” Kael stepped forward, his sword still bloody. “She’s not a curse. She’s mine.”

I contested, strongly. Such responsibility, the fate of two kinds in my hands... I didn’t know how to feel. Lazarus tilted his head, studying me. “You could be right but call it a feeling.” He jested. “Really?” I glowered; sarcasm laced on my tongue. “I’m supposed to trust your intuition on this.” He chuckled, amusement swirling within his orbs. “Ma Cherie, I’ve seen alot of wolves and Melody is unique. White wolves are a rarity; her fur reflects light blue under bright lighting.”

The shrine, the sky, the sand beneath her—all of it peeled away, pixel by pixel, memory by memory. “W-Wait!” Selena reached out toward him, heart clenching. “Don’t go yet! I still don’t understand—what am I supposed to do?!” But Nexus only smiled wistfully, brushing a hand through her hair one last time. “You’ll know when the time comes,” he whispered, his golden eyes glowing like dawn. Then everything shattered. White light exploded in every direction like glass under pressure and through it all: Theo’s voice—somewhere distant, calling her name like a tether pulling her through dimensions.

Dust motes dance in the feeble light that filters through tattered curtains, and the air holds the scent of forgotten memories. My wolf whines, baring its teeth at the familiar foyer. I ignore it, moving deeper into the house. As I move through the rooms, my fingers trace the dusty furniture that has once been the backdrop to my childhood. I shove away the memories, focusing only on those that matter. He had been obsessed with breaking the curse. And now I might finally do what he had never been able to. All I needed was to figure out how to make her fall in love with me. All without falling myself. The witch had said nothing about me, after all.

Lucifer was perplexed as he glanced at me and went silent for some time before finally speaking. "Why are you looking for Aida White?" he questioned. He explained that since Selena claimed to have returned to Aida White's body, a law student, "if she is employed in the legal field, she will be using the name Aida White rather than Selena Wolf." I asked, "Do you think you will get her back?" and he replied, "I hope so, I don't want to lose her, I love her Lucifer, you know that." I responded, "I know, but you don't have to convince me; you have to convince her," and he agreed.

"What is it?" "I had a dream last night. The house of silence turned into five ladies." Lord White arched a brow. He knew the house of silence. His ancestors, he was told, turned five whispers into that house, placing a curse to keep them so forever, and making sure every human they whispered to did avoid the house. Anna went on with her dream. "A voice said to warn you not to go to the sea. It said you would meet its wrath, and you won't get across."

“No matter what you do, don't let my brother find out what happened between us. I will never forgive you in the same way that I did the rest of you.” “Remember that I am not the same person I was when you gang raped me. I am Violet now, the woman you bow to, the woman capable of resurrecting you, the white witch, as they call me. But let me assure you, they may call me the white witch, but I'm not that kind, so don't get on my nerves.”

“ Hmmm………..White chocolate cookies on my desk and my books are placed in order for me to start learning . Basically my studying desk is clearly cleaned , books organised and white cookies which are my favourites…………Mel the traitor present yourself . “ said Luna with half a smile . Luna turned her head and saw Mel holding another pack of white cookies in her hands . “ Luna , hi ! “ said Mel with a nervous smile . “ Hi miss traitor ! You finally decide to show up . “ said Luna with a forced smile . “ I….I had a good reason . “ said Mel looking away nervously .