Novel & Cerita White: Melody Of The Curse

"Oh that, alpha Melissa lead our warriors to victory, " she said unusually excited at the news. " Alpha Melissa? " I asked. " What! " Charlotte shouted springing up from my lap with shock written all over her face. I looked at her confused. "No... I don't." "Who are you with?" Susan asked. "Uhm she is a girl so don't get any ideas into your skull" I said throwing a glance at Charlotte who was now standing and pacing around the cave. I do not know why she was being worked up at the mention of Alpha Melissa.

raced around her mind desperately searching for a solution, Cerridwen could do nothing to help, her Wolf instincts told her how dangerous this male was but that was all she could do. 'I can see the cogs in your pretty head working Wolf.' His dark chuckle sent shudders up and down her spine, 'You cannot escape me little Wolf, you can try to run and it would amuse me to have to bring you back.' She lay still refusing to look at him her body tensed ready for flight but she waited, something told her this God w

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

A woman’s scream echoing through time: “The curse will choose. And it will destroy.” “Elora!” Joel’s voice broke through the storm in her head. His hands gripped her shoulders, anchoring her. His eyes blazed with desperation. “Stay with me. Don’t let him take you.” “I… I can’t stop it,” she gasped, tears streaking her face. “Joel, the curse—it’s alive.” Kerric stepped closer, his aura pressing down on them like a storm. His golden eyes glowed with triumph. “That’s right. Stop fighting, Elora. You belong to me.”

Fighting to surface. MATE. The word becomes everything. MINE. PROTECT. Not from her. Protect HER. The bond—broken, gone, dead— Suddenly ISN'T. It slams back into place. Not gentle. Not slow. Like two magnets forced apart finally snapping together. Stronger than before. Unbreakable. Silver light. Crimson power. Meeting. Merging. The world explodes. Light everywhere. Blinding. Pure. The curse burns. Screaming. Dying. And I'm—

If the curse awakens, it will devour you both. Her eyes fluttered open. “Kaelen,” she whispered. “We’re bound now — body, blood, soul. If the curse takes me—” He pressed a finger to her lips. “Then I’ll fight it with you.” For a long moment, they simply breathed together, the world falling away until only their hearts spoke. Then, outside, thunder cracked through the sky. The light dimmed. Both of them turned toward the window — and saw the raven again. Its feathers glistened with silver dew, its eyes burning a deep crimson.

The noise hit a second after, quiet and deep like a hum turning into song, each bit pulling at her ribs. Selene slapped her hands over her ears, but the tune wasn't out there in the air; it burrowed right inside her head. The melody twisted through her mind, soft one way and mean the next. It dragged up old stuff, her dad's laugh echoing, the exact second the curse landed, that first glimpse she got of Aurek lurking in the dark. One memory melted into another until time all blurred together, past and now mixing up bad. Then there she was, seeing herself on the other bank, hair whipping wild in the gusts, another her wrapped in this ghostly glow. That other Selene grinned, raised her palm, an

“Powers. Right. Because when Carter disappears, what I need most is a glow-up montage.” Snow’s jaw tightened, but she didn’t interrupt. The Wizard’s face softened—just a hair—as if he felt sorry for what he was about to ask of me. He reached for the box and flipped its lid open with a tiny click. Inside lay a simple leather strap and a small medallion, its surface hammered into the shape of the sun, veins of dull gold running toward a crimson center. It hummed faintly, like something alive.

he promised. Outside, thunder cracked across the valley. The moonlight dimmed to crimson, casting their shadows long and sharp against the walls. And in the silence that followed, a faint whisper rose from the dust — cold, patient, hungry. “The curse has awakened.”