Novel & Cerita White: Melody Of The Curse

The curse writhed inside me, twisting and knotting like tangled wires sparking with heat. “Stop,” I whispered. It didn’t. My wolf howled. I collapsed to my knees again. The stranger reached for me. Darius grabbed his arm. Kael put himself between us. Kaden pulled me against him, voice shaking. “Stay with me.” Damon lifted a hand. The curse inside me surged violently. I screamed. The stone beneath me cracked. My vision went white. Then everything stopped. Dead silent. Because a new sound echoed through the palace. Not a beast.

They all laughed, Suddenly, Stone steps screamed beneath hurried feet as though the figure plunged downward. By the time he reached the dungeon floor, the world above felt distant like a dream abandoned at the edge of the stairs, while the depths waited, patient and unforgiving. He shouted, “THE CURSE HAS BEGUN. WE ARE IN DANGER”

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.

They inspired courage in their allies, instilling them with the unwavering belief that the symphony's legacy would prevail over the forces of darkness. But Morvain, the ancient entity of malevolence, loomed before them—a towering figure of shadow and chaos. Its dark melodies clashed with the symphony's harmonies, threatening to drown out the light. Aric, Kaida, and Malachi stepped forward, their melodies of compassion and unity shining brightly, ready to face this ultimate challenge.

But now that I knew, I couldn’t unsee it. The way her shoulders slumped, as if she were holding up something too heavy. She sat so still, but her body twitched and shook slightly, and her eyes were not full of life; they didn't shine at all, they were dull and lifeless. How had I not noticed this sooner? I clenched my fists at my sides, fighting the urge to grab Melissa by the collar and shake a better answer out of her. Melissa’s eyes stayed locked on Liz. “The curse is broken,” she said, her voice even. “Her body is no longer frozen in time.”

She turned her head slightly, just enough for him to see the faint glow in her eyes. Not blue. Not silver. Something in between—alive, dangerous, and beautiful. The curse’s voice rippled through the silence. > “The wolf has found his shadow.” The ground split. The mist screamed. And the world went dark.

The fire quickly spread in seconds, circling around her. There should’ve been a scream of protest. Rather, Melo’s giggles shifted into fits of laughter and madness. Before the flames could reach her pale flesh, she chanted in a whisper that only she could hear. Dying under the sky was her plan to perform a special curse. Nobody expected it because they were led to believe that Melo was ungifted, not like her sister Telisha. It’s as if she was casting a spell. Her whisper gradually reaches their ears and becomes louder yet inaudible.

Hope flared in his chest. But the curse was relentless. The glow intensified, building to a blinding crescendo that swallowed them both. The last strand of the curse had waited years, feeding on shadows, hiding in silence. Now, with blood spilled and vows on the brink of fulfillment, it surged forward to claim what was promised—the White Wolf’s end. Samantha’s scream was the sound of destiny tearing apart. The light burst outward in a shockwave that flung warriors and royals alike to the floor. Glass shattered, banners tore from their rafters, and the marble cracked under the force.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.