Cursed Bath 소설 & 이야기

I cried. "Well, I have to punish both of you. One for lying, the other for magic." Lucian grabbed me, and Thadeus pulled Melody along by her hair. They put us in a stainless steel room. They used this room for sterilization and torture. We weren't of age yet to remove our sex organs, so torture it was. I prayed to whatever being there was to save us from whatever was about to happen. We were six years old. The only Martel twins ever born. It was unheard of that vampires and witches would reproduce. Usually, the baby dies. In this case, we were both left alive. Soon to be the Coven Co-Leaders. Our joint power was great than even the white witch. We didn't lose stamina the way witches do. We d

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Lena’s POV I sat in the oversized tub, the water a murky, steaming brown. It smelled like a mixture of cinnamon, cloves, and about ten other spices I couldn't name. Helen insisted I soak for exactly thirty minutes to "soften the spirit and the skin," but I was mostly just worried I was going to come out smelling like a holiday ham. Before the bath, we had practically gone to war. Helen had produced a bowl of thick, greyish-white paste that smelled slightly of sulfur.

Big mistake. “Holy Mary, mother of Jesus fucking Christ!” I cursed loudly. My hole hurt. It hurt so much. A deep, aching throb that radiated through my entire lower body. I did my best to get up, legs trembling as I walked toward the bathroom. I could not even stand straight. Instead of the shower, I filled the large bathtub and lowered myself into the warm water with a long sigh.

spike in pure panic. His eyes clouded with an unreadable emotion. "As you wish." He escorted me to his personal chambers. The bathing room was lined with heated slate and filled with the steam of mountain herbs. "I shall find something for you to wear. Signal if you falter," he said. I barred the door and let the warm water wash away the filth of the drifters. I had never felt so tainted, so disgusted by my own skin. When I finished, I realized I had nothing to put on. I wrapped myself in a heavy, fur-lined towel and peeked into the bedroom.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Ethan shouted into the phone but was met with only a cold dial tone. "Heidi, I'll avenge you. Everyone who ever tried to hurt you will pay the price!" Ethan's voice was hoarse but determined, as if completing a final act of redemption. With that, he turned and left the room, weighed down by sorrow.

I glanced around, I was alone, I brushed it off. My silk fell off my body slowly, slipping to the ground. The marks and bruises scattered across my skin looked darker under the morning light. I ran my fingers across one of the burns and bit the corner of my lip, a reminder of the pain that still clung to me. I stepped into the bath, letting the hot water swallow my body. The warmth wrapped around me like a fragile comfort. For a brief moment, I forgot everything, that I was a cursed child, unloved, abandoned in a pack that never wanted me.

--- Deimon submerged himself in the Blood-Moon bath, an ancient family Jacuzzi reserved for cleansing before the crimson rituals. The water shimmered with crushed moonflowers and sacred oils, their scent thick and intoxicating. Steam rose in ghostly spirals, carrying with it the weight of centuries-old tradition. This wasn't merely a bath—it was a rite passed down through generations of Ashworth Alphas, each one purifying themselves before ascending to greater power.

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *