A Curse Of Blood And Stone 소설 & 이야기

"But he's the one I like, Lucifer. It's not even impossible to like him." He shook his head as he stepped back, giving me space and air to breathe while he was stabbing me through his eyes. My eyes widened when he lifted a stone through the air. He threw the stone towards me and in just a glimpse, Kash was in front of me, holding the stone that almost hit my body. "Kash," I called him. "Oh Knight and shining armour," Lucifer scoffed. I shook my head at Kash, gesturing him to not start a fight with Lucifer as violence is forbidden in the Kingdom.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

“I’m fine. Just tired. Have my supper sent to my room.” I head upstairs but end up in the library instead. There has to be something — some record, some myth. I’ve never heard of brothers sharing a mate. Hours pass in a blur of pages and dust. My frustration grows heavier, dulled only by the bottle I found tucked behind an old grimoire. The burn in my throat does nothing to quiet her presence in my head. Her face flashes again. I slam the final book shut. Fuck. There’s a soft knock on my door. I take a small whiff of the air. I pick up Amber's scent.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I could feel the curse on my skin starting to pulse as if it was in perfect resonation with the bloodline reacting inside that rock. My heart slammed against my ribs, and the realization hit me. She truly was related to the curse! The blood singing in her veins wasn't just ancient; it was the very thing that had been eating us alive for years. The elder with the ritual staff was the first to snap out of the trance. He immediately reacted with shock, his eyes bulging as he stared at the sapphire veins spider-webbing across the bloodline stone. He looked at me, then at Cora, his face pale and his hands trembling.

"Crescent City is being torn apart by Damon because of it." My voice cracks as I say, "I didn't know what it was." "After the fight, I just grabbed it." Everything changed in that alley when I stabbed that cartel guy to save Mom. I was cursed by his blood, the knife, and my claws tearing out. Damon, that vicious alpha, now believes I took not just this piece but the entire bloodstone artifact.

"Zephyr Khan, look!" "The blood in the blood pool is actually being absorbed by this stone statue?" The Curse Devil King seemed to have found something and immediately exclaimed. Zephyr Khan's expression suddenly changed because he had also noticed the Demon stone statue, which was constantly devouring the blood pool below. The rolling blood turned into wisps of red energy that continuously invaded the stone statue's body. He could vaguely sense it! After the blood was absorbed by the stone statue, the entire stone statue seemed to become even more realistic!

Fury blazed in his eyes, making the goldeb eyes turn brighter. "What have you done?" he hissed. I pressed myself against the wall, cradling my bitten wrist. "I didn't do anything!" "Liar!" He pointed at the dead Ancient. "Your blood killed him! The blood moon curse..." Another Ancient stepped forward. "It's the only explanation, Elder Alaric. Her blood has been cursed." Alaric's face contorted with rage. "Who did this? Who placed the curse?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" I shouted, and it was the truth. I had no idea my blood could kill, no idea what this blood moon curse was.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

blonde wood, with an emerald green canopy draped over it. The room screamed royalty. All of the furniture matched the blonde colored wood of the bed. There was a huge armoir on one wall, a vanity with a large ornate mirror behind it, once beautiful rugs adorning the stone floor, and a beautiful chandelier made of what I could only assume was crystal in the center of the ceiling. I walked over to my mother's vanity, and ran my finger over a thick layer of dust. I gasped as the room seemed to spring back to life. "Princess, the castle recognizes your blood signature. It's coming back to life." Gideon told me. I stared at him with wide eyes as the room returned to it's pre-dilapitated state. "