White: The Melody Of The Curse Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ Kataleya, you know I didn’t speak badly… Kataleya: “ But you spoke! Igor: “ That’s how frustrating it is! There are witches everywhere! Kataleya: “ Yes, including one in your life! Igor: “ You're not like them! They have a certain grudge and launch curses! They have no humanism within them. Kataleya, upon hearing Igor's words, remembered her past and the curse she had made. “With my hands, I condemn all men who mess with me. They will die in the most painful way. Every second of mine will be your pity, every tear of mine will be your pain, every sad memory will be your anguish and my smile will be your death.” Those were Kataleya's words when she was nine years old. With a lot of pain, res

What if the girl gets suspicious? But, unexpectedly, Leona just nodded her head with a smile. Allowing William to heave a sigh of relief. Turns out she didn't really think much of Ethan's rambling words. "Let's go!" William said then walked out of the dining room. Without waiting any longer, Ethan immediately followed his cousin. Until Leona was alone in the room. Leona chuckled, "A wolf? That suits him. His personality is quite similar to that of a wolf. His aura is scary, his gaze is sharp, and don't forget, he likes meat," Leona muttered before shoving the food into her mouth casually.

“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.”

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.

How to pick locks with hairpins, how to walk without making noise. Click, the door opened. Inside were shelves full of books, hundreds of them, all thick and old and covered in dust. I looked for anything about bloodlines, about wolves, about marks like mine. One book caught my eye. "The Lost Wolves of Valdris." I pulled it down and opened it, the first page had a drawing, a huge wolf with silver eyes. Black marks covered its whole body just like mine. I read as fast as I could. "The Valdris bloodline was the strongest of all wolf families. They could heal from anything, see the future, control other wolves with their minds."

With hopes that he was close to breaking the curse, he walked towards the white light. He halted just in front of the white light as he wondered where the veil was. He looked right and left but saw nothing and so he took a step closer to the white light and the moment he reached it, darkness consumed him. Tristan tried to see if he'd be able to remember anything else once he reached the white light but he couldn't as the memory that followed afterwards was darkness. "Good morning sir," the two ladies greeted simultaneously. Tristan wondered who they were and why they were standing by his bed and by this time. He looked around the room with a frantic expression on his face.

"Chaos is on its way, she'll die because of you...a white wolf, fur purer than the heavens. This war will taint her in blood...from white to red." Zillon turned to stare at him. "What?" "The royals are going to slaughter everyone...blood, a massacre...tell your father to seek retribution for his deeds before it's too late..." He started walking again, his back turned to Zillon and yet he continued to hum. "From white to red...a blessing to a curse...to save is to die. From white to red...a blessing to a curse...to save is to die. From white to red...a blessing to a..."

Just as the last of the misty figure escapes from my mouth, my body gives one final jerk before falling down heavily on the platform. The mist takes the shape of a wolf and I can see Isis, she holds a sorrowful expression but I'm unable to say a word or react, my body feels dead. "I'm sorry Lavinia, I couldn't stay with you. I want you to promise me that you'll survive, you have to stay strong and avenge us, avenge your humiliation and emerge victorious." I vaguely heard her say before she was completely sucked into the magical phial. I tried to open my mouth but I couldn't. I had become paralyzed, I couldn't move a muscle.