A Curse Of Breath And Blood Novels & Stories

"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.”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

I push, trying not to gag at the thought of having to taste blood. "The ceremony will not be complete until you have come together in the most intimate of fashions. The magic will then be sealed, and it will spread across the land, killing the curse," she says quickly, practically all in one breath. I wilt in my seat, realising what that means. "Oh great." I look back at Sire, who is finally staring at me. There is a cold, quiet darkness shimmering in his eyes as he contemplates the meaning of Kimsa's words.

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

Kaelric's calloused palm clasped the side of her fair face, his hand the size of her head as his thumb stroked the softness of her lips. “Every curse can be broken,” Elira confessed, sensing the darkness and bitter pain within him. He leaned in and her breath hitched, her knees weakening from his closeness, “Can you break a dragonblood’s curse?” “I—I—” She stuttered as the tip of their noses gave way, Kaelric slowly claimed her lower lip in a first kiss—testing the water, and deepened the second kiss. She kissed him back, eagerly drowning in his soul-quenching lust as he wrapped an arm around her waist, carving her into his chest.

It felt like a small fire was starting under my skin. The wind stopped blowing. The forest became very quiet. Even the fire in the middle of the clearing seemed to stop moving. High above us, the moon changed color. It turned a deep, dark red. The BLOOD MOON was here. The thump of my heart gave a loud, painful beat, and it wasn't stopping soon. The air began to hum as a golden mist started to rise from the grass. It moved around the boots of the warriors like silk. This was the magic of the Goddess, It was looking for the matches.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

After a long, agonizing minute, the intensity of the chest pain seemed to subside slightly, leaving the three brothers shaking and covered in cold sweat. Lucius slowly straightened up, wiping a line of dark saliva from his chin. "We don't have much time," he said, his voice flat and full of a grim, hollow certainty. "I can feel the compound she used. The curse is designed to attack our hearts from within. It’s eating our lifelines." He looked directly at me, his eyes softening with immense regret. "Your blood... your blood is the only thing that can neutralize it. Just like with Silas at the cabin."

Pain and betrayal filled the night. And as the child pushed into the world, with blood on her thighs and her nails digging into the roots of the earth, she screamed not only in agony, but in fury. Her voice rose like a storm. “I curse this land,” she cried. “Let no Alpha born here see past Fourty. Let the younger brother rise against the elder. Let every throne be soaked in blood.” “Let betrayal be their inheritance. Let peace be foreign to them.” “Only when my daughter or her blood, falls in love with a wolf, and bears a child from that love… only then will the curse break.”