Cursed Marissa Meyer 소설 & 이야기

Marissa’s face flashed through Talia’s mind, and her soft laughter. “She was powerful,” Sera said. “A Destroyer wolf. Seraphine believed she could use her. That Marissa could carry the curse and survive it long enough to do real damage.” “And she couldn’t.” “No.” Sera’s voice dropped. “She wasn’t like Luca. His nature tempers destruction. The king’s bloodline gave him that.” A pause. “Marissa didn’t have it.” Talia closed her eyes. “She killed many,” Sera said. "She killed. Wolves. Humans.” A pause. Precise. Merciless. “Children.”

~Meara I stare across at Hazel, feeling myself growing impatient. She sits at her dining room table, flipping through an old book, waving dust out of her face with every page turn. The death's currently plaguing the pack haven't come from nowhere, and it's no coincidence they have started with Sire's rising. This is the curse, and the only person I trust to figure out how to stop it is Hazel. She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter.

She turned to Vivian, who wore the same type of creepy smile. “What the hell does she mean by that?” my wolf, Amber, asked inside my mind. She was tired of Vivian and Veronica’s constant bullying, but, for my dad’s sake, I had made her promise not to hurt them. “But…” I was sure I’d heard correctly. I had no doubt that Vivian had cried over her mate bond with a cursed wolf. “But nothing, Lila,” Veronica said. “My daughter can’t be mated to a cursed wolf. He doesn’t even have a pack!” Her eyes were wild with fury.

Sasha places her hand to calm me down. "You are talking to an El Mushacr," he reintroduces himself, as if I didn't understand it a few minutes ago. "And she is Sasha Vahemir. Do you know that with one word, your head could be off your shoulders? She has a lot of power. Your being alive is because of her. If she wanted, she could have asked for your head or other body parts. All your parents would do is cry or wail, but it ends there because she gives the final say. So, El Mushacr, manners," her cousin grits his teeth, his parents smile.

Their Alpha, Harris, was supposedly cursed, and every mate he’d ever had met a horrible end. "What do they want?" Thorne demanded, his voice sharp. "Alpha Harris is invoking the Moon Goddess Pact… he’s looking for a marriage alliance," the guard stammered. "He needs a female willing to be his Luna, to stop the fighting within his pack." The Elders shot panicked looks at each other. No one wanted to join that cursed pack. No parents would ever send their daughter to such a dangerous place. But I saw my chance. I got to my feet and walked towards the guard, every step solid and sure.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

The werewolf gasped and gave up it's ghost, eyes already turned white and a cloud of something malevolent hovered above them, but the flashlight caught it's attention and with the speed of lightening, it rushed to Maris and filled her lungs, earning a sneeze from her. The present~~~Maris. "Oh, no," were the first words Maris uttered the moment she snapped out of her trance. "Why me, why did it kill the werewolf?" "Because of what lives in you, you're not an ordinary counselor... You're the lost queen of the siren kingdom." Jeremy's mother answered, holding Maris' gaze. "That's why you're still alive." Maris got to her feet with a deep frown that was beginning to make her head hurt and swallo

'Heyy! look at him ..the one sitting next to Vivian what say girlss? ready for another bet! if I win he will be my eleventh ',giggled ELSA . 'I won't let that happen ..,see I will remove my shrug ..what do you say?'said she. "I already surrender Nancy...if I was a male I would have fallen right dead .',exclaimed Maria in a subdued tone."moreover its rather insane to play with somebody's feelings when you know you are not serious."

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

Rachael’s pov “Rachael! Rachael!” Cara’s voice echoed through the hall way instantly snatching me from my dream world back to reality which I dreaded the most. My dream world had always been my only means of escape yet I am still taunted even in it. My name is Rachael Anderson, the only survivor of the Crescent moon pack. My father, Williams Anderson was the alpha and my mother Elizabeth was the Luna. My parents ruled with compassion and was loved by the people making me the most pampered child in the pack but that didn’t last long as disaster struck changing my fate from the once Princess of Crescent moon pack to a maid in the Black wood pack.