Aristité Was Blessed With A Curse Novels & Stories

A few warriors praised her highly and eagerly snatched the water to drink. Ares watched with a hopeful gaze as he waited for a miracle. However, the warriors spewed black blood, convulsed, and died within three seconds. Dead silence befell the scene. "Why did they die instead?" Stunned, Ares cast a questioning look at Arthene for the first time ever. Arthene reacted quickly, falling to her knees with a thud. "No! It's not my fault! It's a curse! This water still has some of Estella's energy! She cast a poison curse before leaving!"

Arista glared, "Right now, I'm imprisoned in this cell! How can I cause trouble for you? If anyone is causing trouble, it's you, causing trouble for my life!" Why would she be trapped in the Tunderman Tower if it weren't for him? And then transform from a charming, delicate lady into a wild, uncouth man... Although the body of the ancient demon lord looked soft, tender, and well-built, with a decent appearance, physique, and organs, even his fingers were long... Arista shook her head, "... If it weren't for your damned curse, I wouldn't be in this predicament!" "Damned curse?" Levi narrowed his eyes. "You dare speak of me like this; your guts aren't small, are they?"

I growled, trying to hide the fear I felt, but then it had melted into the anger that was brewing up in me. “And you're a descendant of the goddess if my witch is to be believed.” He smirked, sitting close to where I was seated. “Okay, and?” "And the only reason they think you to be a curse is because of the magical things that happened at your birth. The world was scared of so much power that you had to be a curse." Caleb sighed, looking really fascinated. "You and your sister were separated, and your mom died. You both should have been killed, but your mother worked something out."

"Long ago, a witch line defied the gods. Theirs punishment was a curse: every few generations, one would be born fated to a demon mate. A bond of ruin. A bond of blood." Her chest constricted. " You mean me." "You are the cursed heir," the Priestess confirmed. "That mark proves it." Aria's stomach twisted. The words struck like daggers, but worse than the truth was the way Kael's voice stirred within her again, almost amused. Did you think they'd tell you everything? Did you think they weren't hiding what they did to me? Sh clenched her jaw, shaking her head, willing him out. But the fever flared, heat coiling low in her belly, a reminder that he was always there, waiting.

"What… what are you saying?" "They poisoned you. Then, fearing your soul’s revenge, they bound your spirit to Alaric’s blood with magic. That’s what made you tethered to his descendants. It wasn't your choice. Then… then Alaric went mad from your constant presence. He decided to shatter your soul and seal it. The ritual went wrong. That was when… that was when the 'curse' was born. From your unbearable pain. It wasn't a spell. It was a scream."

Panicked, I slowly backed away and went into the small bathroom to hide. “Tell me everything that you know about that girl,” Stella growled loudly at Rita. Gasping for air Rita told her that I had been banished from the Green River pack. “What about her supposed curse,” Stella retorted. “I'm not sure, all she told me was that a witch put the bracelet on her because of it,” Rita replied. “USELESS!!! I will remove it from her to see this curse,” Stella announced firmly, then stormed toward the stairs. The moment the door shut I hurried out to help Rita.

“As it may seem, Aristea is your family name. That’s why your bloodline is called the Aristea.” I blinked several times, trying to let it sink in. “I don’t even know how it started,” he admitted. “I’m not sure how the first Aristea came to be. But when you learn more, I think you’ll have a lot more questions.” I licked my lips nervously. “I want to know why our god gave a blessing to the Aristea and why they have these kinds of abilities.” Kaelen sighed. “We’re not sure yet, but hopefully, we’ll find out more.”

“I wanted to make sure that you kept to your deal. Aria will be your personal maid. Tell her whatever you need.” With another nod, I bite down on my bottom lip until I can taste blood in my mouth. “Welcome home, Vaelora. And stop doing that.” He says and just before I can raise up my head to meet his eyes, he walks away, leaving me and Ulric staring into each other's eyes. “Why are you staring at me?” We both ask in unison and he chuckles, shaking his head at me in pity. “I wonder how special you are to him for you to have this room.”

"Come, you both. You've had a horrible night. We need to get you home to the packhouse. Aria, be calm…" Suddenly, the atmosphere began with blow a strong, freezing stretch of breeze, the birds’ chirps filling the entire space. Another chapter was opened, I flinched. The rogues' raid, Ryder's rescue, Alpha Kelvin's mysterious curse, and my newfound abilities were getting mixed up into a tangled web. And, I was right in the center of it.

But listening to Marcus now, I felt it differently. "Their forbidden love affair lasted seven months before the other gods discovered it," Marcus said. "And in their fury, they cursed Aurelio's bloodline so that his descendants would bear the weight of their crime. Seeing the disasters they couldn't prevent, and with Selenia carrying Aurelio's child, she intertwined her own power with the curse, creating the Mark of Arcane—which would serve as the vessel of blocking away all miseries that were to fall upon any of her and Aurelio's descendants.