White: The Melody Of The Curse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

<><><><><><><><><> Whose silver necklace is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. It really is a tale of woe, I watch her frown. I cry hello. She gives her a silver necklace a shake, And sobs until the tears make. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake The silver necklace is beautiful, unique and deep, But she has promises to keep, Until then she shall not sleep.

I bent down to look into his eyes. He glared at me in hate and disgust no sign of regret and remorse, "do you think I care, if anything happens to me my... Ehm (White Shadow) will be merciful? Don't go boasting around because you defeated me, you don't even know who the white Shadow is." Taking a step back from him, I stared at him in surprise, I didn't know he collaborated with my enemy. "Who is White Shadow," I asked threateningly my hand playing with the cloak of a sharp double edge short sword I took from the garage last night.

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

Hattie maffles as the video switches to one of the public destroying White billboards and swarming each of White's company buildings. The sight leaves me with cold feet, yet what’s even more perturbing is the noise. The creaking behind each voice. The prayers, not good prayers. The slamming of objects and thudding of feet. And worse, the high-pitched songs of curses summoning the souls of Arae and Kakia. Who knows, it could be these curses drawing blood from my veins, causing my skin to dry out; to wither into an oblivion where Hattie’s whispers are but a pin drop amidst rumbling machines.

"It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did." "You're wrong," Layla said desperately. "Atreus doesn't love me. I'm nothing but a meal to him. He's proven that much." "I'm afraid it's even more complicated than that," Niniane muttered, refilling their glasses. Layla picked it up and took a long drink, not ready to hear anymore. "As I said, Ravana is a ruthless b*stard. There's no way he would let Atreus wake from his sleep and live happily ever after." Niniane took a deep breath. "You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?"

I took a glance to see that all the rogues were dead and now my mate was eyeing me in worry as he tried to tear down the ice wall once again to help me. I closed my eyes, concentrating back on the situation at hand. My hands trembled, controlling the extent of power it was radiating. Soon that bastard's hair started glowing white, just like mine. I smirked at my plan working. My smile grew wider when a white light emerged on his chest, stretching out to take all over his body. He grew a little tense now. With every inch the white light moved to cover his body, he grew stiffer. "What... what are you doing Aurora?" He started to panic. "I can't move!" He screamed. I tilted my head, my lips tug

She simply adjusted the silver flute, her nose brushing the cold metal as she prepared for the first note. The intervention had given her a name for her curse - a beacon -;and she would use that light to burn every gilded cage Xander had ever built. The Symphony of the Cursed was ready, and the Final Calibration would be written in blood.

His power. But there was something else too. Something wild and ancient that had come with the white wolf's touch. I looked at my hands, expecting to see the black veins of the curse. But my skin was clear and healthy. "The curse is gone," Helena explained. "Burned away by the power transfer and... something else." She studied me with narrowed eyes, as if seeing something unexpected. Lucian swayed on his feet, drained almost to the point of collapse. But his eyes never left my face.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.