A Curse Of Breath And Blood の小説・ストーリー

fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows. The contract was activating. The seal was awakening. And Theo, who had spent centuries hating humans for reasons even he no longer remembered, was being forced to kneel before one. Slowly, Theo felt the final condition. The binding would only be complete through a kiss—an ancient rite, older than language. Refusing it meant death. His spirit would burn, along with the last remnant of Nexus’s power inside him. Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing.

“You have truly chosen this path?” Lucien turned his head. His face still bore the deadly beauty of a king, but in his eyes, there was no light but hatred. “You are dead, Evelyn. What stands before me now… is a remnant of the curse.” Evelyn smiled faintly. “In that case, I will end this curse.” A moment of silence, then the ground split open, columns of blood spurting up like the wrath of a god. Evelyn pulled the Blood Sword from the wound in her chest, her blood flowing out, clinging to the blade like a living flame.

And now, after the soul-bonding, they would be one. A cursed man with a cursed woman. They were perfect for each other, he thought hopelessly. When he had picked up the scroll, her blood was still seeping from her wound. He had panicked about not being able to halt the bleeding despite all the survival techniques he had learned, which included bandaging her hand, sucking on the wound, pressing on it and even his healing spells did not work because her injuries were inflicted on her by a magical weapon. Also, her face had turned horrendously pale. She had lost too much blood. At that juncture, he knew he had to do something, and recalling her bundle contained magical items. He prayed hard tha

My heart pounds so hard I’m sure it will burst. “Vaelora.” The voice is distant. Muffled. Aching. I squeeze my eyes shut. This isn’t real. It can’t be. It feels like a story I once heard. A nightmare I’ve had before. But the heat is real. It seeps through the walls. Through the floor. Through my skin. A scream splits the air. A woman’s scream. I bolt upright beneath the blankets, but I can’t move. My body won’t listen. The air grows hotter, thicker, impossible to breathe. Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits.

“Tell me, Kade… what proof is greater than that? The cursed blood does not lie. It devours.” He leaned forward, his eyes glittered. “If the cursed blood beast once wiped a pack from the map… if it can kill everyone else, why not Lucien too? He may be a god to others, but he is still flesh. Still a shape that can be undone.” Riven’s fingers tapped, slow against the table.“You do not need spells or prophecies. The cursed blood itself is the weapon and when it meets steel, it births a wound no power can heal. The cursed blood turns metal into ravenous teeth.” His grin widened, savage. “Dip a blade in cursed blood and it will not merely cut… it will eat. It will find whatever makes him immortal

But that image soon warped, replaced by him coughing and choking as my eyes crossed the next line: "...bleed to death..." Blood. So much blood. Not just Kael… even that of the male that had tried to molest me in my pack— the male I took an eye from, blood in the cell… I tried to breathe. "...passed down through generations..." —his hands clutching at his throat, his body writhing. His skin turned pale, lifeless. "...affecting certain women..." "...unknowingly carrying the curse..." I slammed the book shut, trying to catch my breath which had picked up—fast, too fast. Blood, Kael coughing, choking, more blood, those haunting eyes... it was all I could see. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled

I called. “My princess, you missed our class today,” she replied with surprise. I might skip a few classes these days, but I would still study. “Camilla, I am confused about a chapter of the book you gave me. What do we need to break a curse even if we don’t know how it was cast?” I asked, trying not to sound too interested. “Well, it’s a little tricky, but you will need the blood of both bloodlines: the blood of the cursed one and those who cast it. Do you have anyone particular in mind, princess?” she asked with interest.

Their hands bled, drops of crimson mingling on the ground. The seer’s voice returned, calm but insistent. “The curse demands a price—blood freely given, bound by love. Only then can the prophecy turn from ruin to renewal.” The vision faded, leaving them in a quiet haze. Aria’s mind spun, the weight of the words pressing down. “A blood sacrifice,” she whispered. “From both of us.” Caden nodded, his expression grim but resolute. “It’s a choice. To prove our bond can overcome the curse.”

"It's tied to my life force now, but blood magic always has loopholes." Lena made a soft noise of agreement. "These texts mention something similar." She gestured to the scattered papers. "The notes here suggest your curse is tied to a cycle of fire and blood. Just like Ember's rebirth cycle." My head snapped up. "What do you mean?"

“You need to rest, sweetheart. You lost a lot of blood.” I nodded faintly. “And I need to tell you something… something about the boys. About Cassian….about all of them Raven” I stiffened and nodded at her. “They’re cursed,” she said quietly. “It’s called the Blood Vane Curse. It’s been with them since their mother died. Every Blood Moon, they suffer. Their bodies burn and their thirst becomes unbearable. It’s like a death sentence every month and this is the Hundredth year they would face that and rumours have it that they might not survive it.”