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The Phantom Moment
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Chapter 23: The messenger stood at the far end of the Great Hall, his gaze sweeping over the grandeur of the space. His footsteps echoed as he moved toward the large portrait of me. Slowly, he reached out, fingers hovering over the painted surface, as if drawn to it."You shouldn't be doing that, you know," I interrupted, my voice cutting through the silence as I strode toward the throne.He jerked his hand back and quickly lowered his head in a slight bow. "Apologies, Alpha Zassan."I ignored him, settling into the throne—a structure of bones, some of which had been unearthed long before this hall was even built. I ran a hand over the armrest, feeling the ridges of history beneath my fingers."I see my so-called twin brother is still in the era of having others do his job," I said, my voice dripping with mockery.The messenger shifted, his expression tightening as if my words had struck a nerve. "Alpha Nergal, your twin brother sent me to deliver a message to you.""Obviously. You
Last Updated : 2025-03-06Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past The Mark of the Triarch
Chapter 24 She lay still, her skin too cold for someone who should have been alive. The lanterns flickered, their glow struggling to fill the dim room—my room. I sat beside the bed, elbows on my knees, my fingers laced together, my mind a battlefield of regret and frustration.It had been days—days of waiting, of watching, of wondering if she would ever open her eyes again. My father would say this was my fault. Nergal would agree. Maybe they were right. But regret was a useless poison, and I refused to drink from it any longer.My eyes rested on her chest. I watched as it rose and fell—and the last words she had uttered right before she jumped echoed in my mind. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest as the image flashed before me.I exhaled sharply, reaching for a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from her forehead and arrange the loose strands of hair spread around the pillow. I was just adjusting her when I caught sight of something dark at the back of her neck. I made her lean to the
Last Updated : 2025-03-08Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past The Escape
Chapter 1 Azirah's Pov “Hurry! Wake up, you lazy bags!” A thunderous voice rang out from the old orphanage I was escaping from. It was Miss Ray. “She’s awake?” I froze, my head snapping toward the orphanage, now just a few paces away in the distance. “She’s awake!” I hitched up my loose gown, the fabric threatening to trip me, and bolted. Panic surged through me as I hastened my pace. My feet stumbled on a branch, and I nearly fell, but I managed to catch myself in time. “Don’t let her escape, you clueless blockheads!” Miss Ray snarled, her voice cutting through the night like a whip. I cried out as something sharp jabbed into my foot. The pain shot up my leg like fire, but I slapped a hand over my mouth, stifling the sound. If they heard me, they’d find me—and that was the last thing I could allow. My heart hammered as I glanced back toward the orphanage. There was no time to check what I’d stepped on, no time to tend to my throbbing foot. I had to run. Run far, far aw
Last Updated : 2025-01-22Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Unanswered Questions
Chapter 2 “Thought you could escape me now huh?” Miss Ray voice echoes in all over the room julting me up but she was no where around. “Miss… miss Ray?” I called unsure if I was hallucinating. “Azirah!” She called. The name sharp and evil like. Making me to shake with dear. “I found you, picked you and raised you and all you could do is to keep running?” “What do you want from me?” I asked as sweet drips from my head. Laughter echoes what seemed like cave. “What can I possibly want from you? Until this!” Miss Ray appeared but had a different face, it appeared young and prettier she bent over to were I sat on my knees and makes to touch the neckless that sat on my neck for as long as i had known. Just as her hand tries to make contact it darken and like a force, it blew her out throwing her to the end of the room. I shierk backwards equally scared. Miss Ray didn't seem happy as she raises up slowly with her back facing me. “You!” she snapped as she faced me. Her
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Chapter 3 The mansion loomed before me, a sprawling structure surrounded by a dense forest. The sunlight glinted off the glass panels adorning the house, casting a dazzling brilliance over its surface. Despite its beauty, I moved quickly, slipping into the shadows. My aim was clear—I needed to hear what was being discussed. As I crept closer to the breach where Old Miss Ray stood with a stranger, their voices drifted to me. I pressed myself against the wall, straining to catch their words. “I need the broken Silver Crest,” Miss Ray said, her tone sharp and demanding. “What Silver Crest?” the man asked, his voice deep and steady. “You and I both know which Silver Crest,” she snapped. “No,” he replied, his tone growing colder. “The one I know of has long been extinct. So tell me, which Silver Crest are you speaking of?” She tapped her stick against the ground three times—a habit I knew well, one she always displayed when her patience wore thin or when she felt insulted. Her
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Chapter 4 I woke up in a void. The air was thick, stifling, and heavy with a heat that clung to my skin like a second layer. Darkness pressed in around me, vast and unrelenting, and the only sensation I could grasp was the hot breeze that blew past me. It wasn’t comforting; it felt alive, purposeful. Something—or someone—was here. I could feel it. “Hello?” I whispered, my voice trembling under the weight of fear. My heart pounded so loudly it felt like it might crack my ribs. My legs quaked, shifting restlessly as if I could dance away from the dread creeping up my spine. Suddenly— Crack! The sound was sharp, unnatural, and close. Too close. My head snapped toward it, my breath hitching. It was like something—or someone—had broken a branch in the suffocating stillness. “Who’s there?” I yelled, my voice echoing into the void. It bounced back to me, distorted and hollow, as if the darkness was mocking me. Another breeze swept past, hotter this time, prickling my skin li
Last Updated : 2025-01-22Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Silver Crest Stone
Chapter 5 Those words sent a ripple through me, a tingling sensation spreading below my waist, igniting a strange mix of curiosity and fear. I swallowed hard, heat rising to my cheeks as I forced myself to look away. What if he noticed? What if he could read the chaos in my head? Before I could gather myself, the door swung open with a loud creak, slamming against the wall. My heart jolted, and I turned sharply. A figure burst in, his steps hurried and his face pale, but then—he froze. I expected him to recover, to step aside, to say something. But he didn’t. His gaze fell on us, wide-eyed, almost hesitant. “I'm sorry, Alpha!” George stammered, his voice breaking the thick silence. “Don’t you know how to knock?” Nergal’s voice boomed, sharp and commanding, his back rigid as he turned to face George fully. “I... I didn’t know, I just thought—” “What brings you here?” Nergal cut him off, his tone cold enough to freeze fire. George gulped audibly, his hands fidgeting at his
Last Updated : 2025-01-22Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Either Way You Die
Chapter 6 The night was cold, and soothing, the air crisp against my skin as I limped onto the balcony. Alone. I took a deep breath and relished the feeling. I pulled my shawl tighter, staring at the moon as my thoughts wandered. So much had changed in so little time. For a moment, I let myself breathe—let myself feel something close to freedom. But happiness never stayed long. There was always a lingering weight, a dull ache that settled deep inside me. A gust of wind sent strands of hair tickling my face. I tucked them behind my ear, sighing. "I could have you if I want to." The memory of his voice sent an unfamiliar warmth through me. I bit my lip, embarrassed by the way my body reacted. I had never felt this before—this strange, exhilarating sensation. A part of me wished I could see him again. Hear him say those words, watch his eyes bore into mine. I shook my head, ashamed of the thought. What is wrong with me? "You seem strong enough now, I see." The voice sn
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Chapter 24 She lay still, her skin too cold for someone who should have been alive. The lanterns flickered, their glow struggling to fill the dim room—my room. I sat beside the bed, elbows on my knees, my fingers laced together, my mind a battlefield of regret and frustration.It had been days—days of waiting, of watching, of wondering if she would ever open her eyes again. My father would say this was my fault. Nergal would agree. Maybe they were right. But regret was a useless poison, and I refused to drink from it any longer.My eyes rested on her chest. I watched as it rose and fell—and the last words she had uttered right before she jumped echoed in my mind. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest as the image flashed before me.I exhaled sharply, reaching for a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from her forehead and arrange the loose strands of hair spread around the pillow. I was just adjusting her when I caught sight of something dark at the back of her neck. I made her lean to the
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Chapter 21: The needle glided over the vinyl, releasing a soothing tune—rich, warm, and full of nostalgia. Gentle piano notes trickled through the air, blending seamlessly with the slow hum of a saxophone, each note melting like honey into the stillness."I'm right here, Alpha!" A soft voice came from behind me as I sipped my glass of red wine. I turned around, recognizing her voice.I turned—and my breath caught in my throat."I heard you were looking for me!" she said, taking a few steps toward me. She stopped just short, a few steps away.Vesta stood there, draped in silk that clung to every curve, flowing over her body like a second skin. The dim lighting made the fabric shimmer, highlighting the soft swell of her chest, the curve of her waist, the way it hugged her hips just right. My grip tightened at my sides. She was stunning, effortless, and dangerous.My tongue ran over my bottom lip as heat coiled in my gut. Damn, I wanted to devour her.Then she spoke. "Zassan!"The way s
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Chapter 21 Zassan's POV “Alpha, the witch has refused to eat anything offered to her till this very moment!” The maid assigned to feed Vesta announced after being summoned. “Make her eat then,” I said, returning to the papers piled up on the table. “We've tried, Alpha, but she keeps staring into the distance, then ends up sobbing if we force her too much. Sometimes, she becomes violent.” “I see!” I managed to say as I signed on the document. “We served her hot soup and she clawed the other maid who is getting treated already.” The maid informed. I stopped flipping through the pages and focused my attention on the shivering maid. “Interesting, Stubborn and tough.” I murmured, thinking of the little witch. “Has she tried using her witchery spell on anyone yet?” “No, She just lies on the cold ground with her eyes wide open, either singing a song or muttering some words.” “Hmm,” I managed to say as I rubbed my hands together and leaned back in my chair. “Alpha, if
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Chapter 20: I gasped as I jerked up from the cold ground after having a terrible nightmare of a field of dead bodies. They were piled up like a heap while two beasts fought on it. It wasn't the first time I had such weird dreams, but every time, it became clearer and gave me a feeling. The smell oozing from the dead bodies still lingered even after I woke."Oh, I see you woke up just in time!" a voice said to me, and without mistaking, it was the same wolf that had caught me while lurking.I didn't say a word but stared daggers at him. I felt too weak to engage in a conversation.He smirked and walked toward the chain’s end, which was bolted to a rusted ring embedded deep into the stone floor of the Blackwing Quarters. He roughly pulled me, making me cry from the pain as he walked away. My wrist was red and unrecognizable.The world smelled of damp earth and cold stone. The sack over my head reeked of dust, sweat, and something metallic—blood.Rough hands shoved me forward. I stumble
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past The Only Ultimatum
Chapter 19: The Blackwing Quarters were not a dungeon, but they felt just as suffocating. The walls were stone, the high windows barred, allowing only a sliver of light. The guards outside my door made it clear—I wasn’t leaving.I paced, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. My parents were here. Somewhere. And I had to find a way to get out and find them before it was too late.Hours passed—scratching at the walls, yelling, then sobbing, reminiscing about better days before I had foolishly ruined everything.Then, suddenly, the door creaked open.I turned sharply, my hands clenched into fists. A tall silhouette stood in the doorway, bathed in dim light. It was him.The Alpha.He stepped inside, his presence sucking the air from the room. He wasn’t dressed like the other wolves—no battle-worn armor, no ragged cloak. He looked like a king in his own right. A loose black tunic, dark leather pants, a silver ring glinting on his forefinger.His golden eyes flickered to me, calculating
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Chapter 18There wasn't any movement when I returned. The village was silent, as if no one lived in it. I called out the names of everyone as I searched around, but everything was empty. Some dead bodies were still visible outside, while others were placed on wood, obviously to be burned.“Where is everyone?” I whispered as I rushed home to find my parents. As I hastened, I heard someone cough. Relief washed over me as I went over to the person.It was Carlos, the herb farmer. He was badly clawed, almost unrecognizable. My eyes watered, but I bit my lower lip to control the tears.“Carlos, I'm so sorry…” I began, but he shushed me.“Shhh… Someone would have if you didn't. You need to save your parents. Others managed to escape because your parents cast a protective spell…” He coughed out blood. My stomach churned at the sight and the information.“What do I do to help you?” I asked, unable to hide my guilt.“No, you can't do anything. But you need to go.”“Carlos…”“If you go on time,
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Decision Cost
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Chapter 16: Vesta’s POV“I don’t understand! I just can’t get it right,” I whined as I slumped onto the couch on the left side of the room, piled high with clothes.My mother sighed, a small, knowing smile on her face as she reached for me. Her touch was gentle as she cupped my cheek. “You need to be patient, Vesta.”“But I am,” I retorted.“No. You are far from being patient.”I rolled my eyes and snorted in irritation, already sensing where this lesson was going.“You need to control your emotions, Vee.” Mother’s voice softened, but I knew this was her serious tone. She only called me Vee when she wanted me to listen.“Controlling my emotions will only waste my time, Mother. Can’t I just move ahead and do all the big magic already?”Mother stood, her green eyes—softer than my emerald ones but just as piercing—fixing on me. “That’s not how magic works, Vee. And you know why we keep ours at bay. We can’t risk alerting our enemies.”“But, Mother—”“Vesta!” she snapped, then immediatel
