A Curse Of Blood And Stone Novels & Stories

The blue moon packs shine came by the polish of their own blood . It wasn’t the lineage which was cursed , it was the pack who was cursed for their heinous crime done . The child alpha never got the love , after that .Not of mate nor even of parents . But every heir of alpha Simon who was the one to be cursed , took the responsibility of curse . With all their hearts and soul . From childhood they knew about the curse and were prepared for the same . The three generation already suffered from it . Its now the fourth generation , the alpha Marcus who is trying the same , to find his mate .

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

The moment it became one with the lake of blood, it created a series of shockwaves. “Finish him, Almirah. Go!” Nicanor cheered her with utmost enthusiasm. The woman looked at him for a matter of seconds, then, she showed her sweetest smile as she nodded. “Celestial Blood Magic: Curse of Crimson Hydra,” she cast and a monster came out from the lake of blood, slithering on its surface with grace. The blood serpent opened its mighty jaw to screech, boasting its long fangs dripping with blood. It moved quickly towards Leviathan and it devoured the whole blood cocoon without struggling to do it. After that, the dreadful monster came back to the abyss of the blood lake.

Delilah whispered. And then Yoona moved. With a sharp, unexpected shove, she pushed Delilah aside. Before either of them could react, she seized the Bloodstone with both hands. A scream ripped from her throat. The stone flared violently, crimson light bursting like lightning, wrapping Yoona in tendrils of blood-red energy. Kimberly fell back, eyes wide with horror. Delilah cried out, scrambling to her feet. "Mother, no! NO!" The energy tore through Yoona, sucking at her very essence. Her skin glowed faintly, veins of light spreading as though her soul itself was being drained. But she held on, her hands locked around the cursed stone, her jaw clenched even as tears streaked her cheeks.

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.

But the Wyres are dangerous. Their bite is lethal to Shifters and, if you do survive, you turn into one of them. The curse is transferred through your bloodstream, killing your spirit and replacing it with a monster. They’ve been trying to get their revenge ever since, killing us simply because of an old myth that might not even be true. But, to be fair, we kill as many of them as they kill us. If there are talks of peace, that would be…historical. Impossible. And definitely something I deserve to know about as Princess.

The air crackled with malevolent energy. Talia’s eyes widened. “They’ve summoned the Blood Curse.” Selene’s stomach clenched. The Blood Curse; a forbidden spell that could strip wolves of their power and turn them feral. A dangerous, desperate move. “I’m ending this,” Selene snarled. “Stay close.” Together, they stormed the estate, cutting through guards as they made their way to the tower. The corridors were a maze of shadows, but Selene knew them well. Talia dispatched stragglers while Selene focused on the path ahead.

It's polished every day by the slaves the Ancients keep to serve them. They are forced to use their own blood to rub into the stone. It's a living thing, and their blood feeds it. There are golden restraints at either end. Four of them. Each one contains a spell so powerful that it's highly doubtful even I could break them. I will be strapped to that stone while the Ancients perform their litany of dark magic. Then, when the Blood Moon reaches its zenith, one of them will cut my throat. When my blood sinks into the stone, something will happen. This is where the story gets a little hazy because no one knows exactly what will happen next.

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.