White: The Melody Of The Curse นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A third color. A new thread. And the curse, for the first time in centuries… was silent.

In the depths of her dark chamber, Lila stood over her cauldron once again, her fingers coated in black ash, her eyes glowing with fury. The failure of the first curse still burned in her veins. The White Wolf had sniffed it out—how? No matter. This time, there would be no mistake. She poured blood from a silver chalice into the swirling potion. It hissed and screamed as it touched the surface. “This one won’t touch her soul,” Lila whispered to herself. “No… this one will rot her from the inside out.”

“Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!” Cold rage spread instantly through my chest. “I never gave that order.” The hallway suddenly became quiet. Mira froze. Then footsteps approached from behind her and Mora appeared at the staircase looking equally disturbed. “You didn’t give that command?”

“I am born of hate, of centuries of pain. You are just—” But my wolf was already awake. My body ignited with brilliant light—a white-hot, blinding force that burned like divine flame. The curse hissed, recoiling as I raised my hand. The aura expanded, engulfing me in a radiant sphere. “No,” I said. “I’m the Light of fucking Hope.” The attack was instinctual. My wolf lunged—no hesitation. The light surged forward like a cleansing storm, and the Curse screamed. The roots snapped as the light tore through them, one by one. The veins exploded in flares of silver as the darkness tried to flee.

Morwen led us to the wooden table and gestured for us to sit. Alistair sank into a chair, his breathing shallow. I sat beside him, refusing to let go of his hand. "The witch's curse is old magic," Morwen said, pouring dark liquid into three cups. "It's designed to destroy a wolf from the inside out. First the connection to their animal. Then their strength. Then their will to live." "Is there a cure?" I asked. Morwen slid a cup toward me. "There is always a cure. But it comes with a price."

"Yes, white wolf. Black wolves are mainly for alphas, brown for betas, and grey for gammas. The white wolf, though rarely seen, is attributed to the very first wolf ancestry, which is why it's believed to be the blessing of the moon goddess. But before we could figure out why your wolf was white, everything went down the hill. There's something in her tone, something she's not saying. But before I can ask, another pulse of need hits me so hard I gasp. Elena is immediately alert, reaching for another bucket of ice. "The memories are triggering stronger episodes. We need to keep you cooler." "The night I disappeared..." I manage between chattering teeth. "What happened?" Elena's face darkens.

When the curse was cast, it was not thunderous. It was precise. It targeted division already present. Crown. Heart. Authority. Choice. The witch screamed. Not in pain. In disbelief. Because she finally saw— Too late— That while she had loved openly, Others had planned patiently. The clearing fractured. The bond twisted. Not destroyed. Warped. And the curse anchored itself not in magic— But in doubt. — Ava gasped awake. The stone cell snapped back into focus. Her chest burned. Not at the mark.

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.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

. They stood there open-eyed as if a palace could arise by magic. As one moment became the next the cloud and sky pattern reflected in the surface ever so gently and gave it a feeling of motion from their boots to the horizon and doubtless beyond.For every step forward they slipped backwards almost as much. The wind made talking impossible, howling sharply.A white castle, growing like a crystal, sparkling just the same as any cut diamond, rose out of nothing to tower above them, disappearing into the freezing fog.Windowless perfection with a single entrance.They drew closer until all at once the three of them stopped as still as any statues the White Witch ever created in that land of Ice Wo