Novel & Cerita White: Melody Of The Curse

She reassured me. "This white wolf,” I cleared my throat as I asked, “what does it mean exactly?” Dr Celia inhaled and exhaled slowly. "The white wolf is...actually, let me go back to the beginning." "The beginning?" "Yes." She said. “See, long ago, a curse was placed on the packs. The nature of the curse is quite.... peculiar. A very powerful witch was defeated by the Blackwood Pack and Stoneheart Pack. Her powers were sealed, but she cast a powerful curse in her final moments.”

“I know. I saved you.” “That you did.” He sighs and continues to stir. “You fought off your own brother even though he couldn’t recognize who you are. He was not himself. That is the curse of the white wolf. Every full moon, they would lose themselves and let the white wolf take over. It only wants destruction and chaos.”

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

"But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes." "I'm so sorry about all of this," Ethan grumbled. "Just pray that we find a solution out of this situation you put us in. And I hope you learn a valuable lesson this time," Ethan hung his head low, his fingers fidgeting. "We need to think of something," he announced facing the rest of the pack. "Hey, what about witches?" Lucas hesitated, glancing around at the others to gauge their reactions. "I mean, they're powerful, right? And since one of them placed the curse, which means a witch can lift it too?"

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

“Nothing worked. The curse is sealed. It cannot be broken by conventional means.” Bianca’s mouth presses into a thin line. “So… what do we do now?” Lumina looks up, meeting Bianca’s eyes directly. “There are only two possibilities. The spirit that placed the curse must either be appeased, or destroyed.” A murmur ripples through the coven. A woman beside Bianca leans forward, voice trembling. “Appeased? You mean... we have to find the spirit?” Lumina nods slowly. “Yes. But the problem is—Melissa is gone. She sacrificed herself to make this curse irreversible. Her spirit is tied to the seal.”

With that image in my mind, Juliet glared at me. I shifted to let her get a good look at my toned, gym-sculpted legs. "Aw, too bad, all my cash went into this fabulous gym gear! "And hey, Juliet, losing a limb got its perks—you get to save a fortune on gym memberships, right?" Juliet was seething with rage. She screamed at Jeffrey, "Jeffrey, why are her legs still intact? Why isn't she the one who lost a limb? You promised the curse would work, didn't you?!"

Muzan snapped. “Talk,” Edric growled. “Diana, whatever you are to this curse…whatever your soul is…it’s dangerous to it. You might be its end.” “That sounds like good news. The bad news?” Edric asked. Silence. Except for my ragged breathing. Edric’s shuddering form. The distant howl of something far older than all of us. Muzan took a breath and tore his eyes from the trees back to us like it was difficult to look at us. “Bad news is, the curse doesn’t like that…and so, it’s fighting back.”