A Curse Of Breath And Blood Novels & Stories

She skimmed the text, her breath catching as she read: “The curse is tied to the bloodline. Each generation suffers the loss of their fated one, unless the bond is severed. Only the destined can break the cycle, but at great cost.” Her fingers trembled as she turned the page, revealing a sketch of a crescent moon entwined with a wolf’s silhouette. Beneath it was a single phrase: “The fated one will rise.” A floorboard creaked behind her. Lucy spun around, her heart leaping into her throat.

"The moon was red. I didn't think—I didn't realize—" "Nikolai knew." Kai's jaw tightened. "Maybe. Maybe not." He looked at me. "The curse only affects humans who carry wolf blood. When they give themselves to a wolf—when they're taken by a wolf—the blood turns against itself." "Turns against itself how?" "The wolf blood starts attacking the human blood. Slowly at first. Then faster." His voice dropped. "It's called the Black Death among wolves. Because the victim's blood turns black. And then—"

His next words hit like a blade. “He left a message in blood on the hall floor.” I couldn’t breathe. “What message?” Theo went silent for one terrible second. Then— “The Blood Moon has only begun.”

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

His eyes were open and the irises bleeding at the edges with something ink-black. Someone had placed an ancient curse on his blood, taking advantage of the chaos and distraction. "No." The scream came out of my broken heart. "No, no, no —"

Raiden’s behavior had changed far too quickly. I closed the second journal. Close… But not close enough. My breakfast had grown completely cold by the time I reached for the third book. This one was thinner than the others. There wasn’t even a title on the worn leather cover. The first several pages were blank. I almost set it aside before another heading appeared farther in. Soulbinder’s Blight. I frowned thoughtfully before reading. The curse originated through forbidden blood magic and was commonly delivered through food or drink, allowing the victim to unknowingly accept the curse into their own body.

Scrolls crumbled at her touch, their contents lost to time, but some books remained intact. Finally, Caroline let out a quiet breath. “Here,” she said, holding up a thick leather-bound tome. The cover was embossed with a symbol Olivia recognized—the same sigil that had appeared in her visions. She opened it, her breath catching as she read the first lines. "The curse of the first blood is not a punishment but a choice. A sacrifice made in the name of power." The words sent a chill through her. She turned the page, scanning the text as Caroline and Ralph leaned in beside her.

Anger fills up the magma chamber But all I see is fear The flower bloomed differently. It faced the sunset instead. With blood she united us Wherever I am she will be All will be forgotten in the next life. With the blood of my beloved she cursed me The sin that bought me love The sin that taste sweet and warm She has cursed the sinner and the sin Even the sinner will curse this sin When her blood blooms lava will erupt There will be thunder and lightning Then they will be united The blood of sinners will be one again