White: The Melody Of The Curse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rhea’s POV “If you’re my curse, I’m the luckiest cursed son of a bitch in this whole universe” How deeply this sentence burned through me in the most vulnerable place within me cannot even be described in words. It touched the core of my heart and nestled itself in there forevermore. It lit a match of fire back into me and the impossible thing I told him would never happen, happened. Scattered dead pieces of me sparked back to life. Reborn again from his vows and promises to me.

I skimmed the lines again and again, finding it hard to concentrate past the thunderous beating of my heart. The prophecy had revealed more of itself after all, and what truth it spelled was nothing short of impossible. Under starlight the curses will be broken, A force so ancient at long last awoken. Embrace the thread of eternal night as it is seen, And bend the knee to the mortal Queen. I backed away slowly, the truth finally settling in.

The heavy weight of their eyes trailed after me as I moved towards the sanctuary of my father’s office. The familiar space was suffocating, the remnants of my past clinging like shadows. I braced myself against the mahogany table, the wood groaning under the pressure of my grip. My wolf, weakened and feeble, was buried under the weight of the curse, and as I pleaded for strength, the voices clawed, relentless and cruel, repeating their chilling refrain: *Touch them, end them, pass it on.* Each iteration fed the horrifying truth I tried so desperately to deny—that the curse sought to consume, to perpetuate its malevolence through me. But there was still resistance, a flicker of will that woul

White light burst from her chest, blinding and pure. Where once stood a battered warrior woman, now stood a creature of legend—the White Wolf, radiant and terrible. Veyra threw back her head and howled. The sound split the heavens. It wasn't just her voice that rose in that cry—it was Zevi's too, twining with hers, stronger than death. A sound of grief. Of rage. Of unstoppable will. The phantom wolves faltered. The Order's magic trembled. And Veyra, burning with fury and love, struck.

Mira clawed at her throat, her eyes wide, terrified, her fingers scraping at nothing as the invisible force tightened around her neck. Rowan lifted his other hand to finish it, and that’s when it happened. A flash of white. No, it wasn't white. It was blinding, holy even and almost impossible. It erupted right in front of Rowan, exploding outward like a star being born. Every warrior, every puppet, every creature on the field cried out and shielded their eyes. I fell onto my hands as the world turned winter white. “What…?!” Rowan snarled, stumbling back. The light reached my skin, warm, and familiar, and I just knew who it was.

HIS CURSE; HER BLESSING (Isla’s POV) Ethan looked at me like I had just shattered his entire world. He grabbed the wheelchair's armrest tightly. His jaw clenched so hard that I thought he was going into a convulsion. But it was his eyes—sharp, calculating, filled with something unknown—that sent a shiver down my spine. "What did you just say?" he repeated, his voice a little steady now. I held my ground, meeting his sharp gaze. "I said I can help you walk again."

She disappeared into the fog and falling ash, her body shifting as she ran—limbs twisting, spine cracking, her fur black as tar, eyes glowing like dying stars. The curse rode her blood like a drumbeat now. But beneath it, a whisper curled like smoke around her ribcage. Not the curse. Not Malric. A memory. Kale, laughing in the summer dark. His hand in hers. “I see you,” he’d said, voice warm. “I see you.” Vyre stopped running. Just for a second. The curse growled inside her. Weakness. She let it rage. Let it tear through her like a wildfire. And then she swallowed it back down.

With light erupting, shadows dissolving, and the curse unraveling in our release, we arrive with force. White broke the world. *** I was on the floor as I opened my eyes once more. The curse had been lifted. Erased was the mark. Raymond was kneeling next to me, his chest heaving and perspiration dripping down his temples. His voice trembled as he murmured, "You did it." I reached up to touch his cheek and rasped, "No." "We succeeded." He grinned, that worn-out, gorgeous smile that somehow put things right. "I told you that love triumphs over curses."

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.

"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."