Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

Unfolding the letter, I began to read. 'Alpha Blaise, Wolf of Crescent! By now, you know I am still alive and is the terror from the north. You've captured my man, but this is far from over, Wolf of Crescent, for I am prepared to engage you until the world sees you for who you truly are. Your gravest mistake was forcing my younger sister into a sham of a marriage and beguiling her into falling for you, all for your own selfish motives. 'This is my final warning to you. If any harm befalls my sister or Erick, the whole of Crescent won't be able to contain my fury. I will burn down Crescent. I shall ensure that you fall so low that recovery will be beyond your reach.

"I won’t play your game, Leofric. I’ll fight the curse my way. On my terms." "Then I’ll give you space," he said. I didn’t thank him. He opened the door, gesturing. "I’ll assign you new quarters, away from the breeding chambers. You won’t be disturbed." I stepped past him, but not before catching a glimpse of the forged letter he’d been burning earlier. Half-scorched paper. I could just make out the words "betrayal" and "blood pact." He saw me looking. "Someone is trying to destroy you," he said. "They’re not done yet."

“He’s growing stronger. He’s won over the Hollow. Stormfang bows to him. The prophecy is moving.” “And you want to break it.” I nod. Her laugh is cracked and wrong. “Then you’ll need a curse stronger than the blood that birthed him.” “I’m ready.” She tilts her head. “You’d curse your own bloodline?” “I already have.” --- Back in my chambers, I unseal the letter I never meant to read. It’s old—older than my hatred. A letter from my mother, hidden beneath her floorboard the day she died. To Mia, it read.

“Because she… was never the monster.” My vision blurred. The wind screamed in my ears. I reached inside myself, past the agony, past the betrayal. I summoned every ounce of power the Moon had granted me. And with it, I cursed him. “I curse you,” I whispered hoarsely. “May every bond you form from this day turn to ash. May every truth you speak curdle into lies. May love flee from you. May trust damn you.” A flash of light seared through him. My curse branded his chest, a burning sigil of ruin etched deep into his skin.

I needed to read this letter now, to read his words of advice or encouragement. My cursed Ares, I am so sorry that I have passed this curse onto you. I did not know, not until I met my parents. It was my ambition to break it before I passed away, however, if you're reading this, that means I was unsuccessful. I am sorry for that too. Seems my list of things to be sorry for keeps growing.

Interested Clancy asked "What was the curse all about?" Looking at him, the bishop read out "He cursed the councils they would be dethroned by a dhampir, an alpha wolf, a vampire and a Nelapsi. He stained their authority by picking lesser entities to take them all down and once dethroned, he would return and prevail peace over all that is and isn't." "The ancient evil is going to return after their death? Impossible." Amelia strained. Clancy's eyes almost popped out, he derided weakly "Nice editing bishop, nice one." He said walking back a little.

An unspoken awkwardness hung in the air, thickening around them. Leon, ever perceptive, caught onto the change. Trying to break the silence, he casually threw out another question, "How did you get hurt that day?" At the mention of the injury, Jasper’s expression shifted slightly, but he still answered honestly. "You received that cursed letter, right?" The cursed letter... At the mention of the cursed letter, Leon immediately recalled the one Caelum had sent him. His expression darkened slightly. "Yes."

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

All I wanted to do was go home and never remember this. “Laurence, you will become Alpha, but to achieve that you need to break the curse I bestowed upon you as a baby. I won’t tell you anymore, you need to figure it out yourself or ask your father. With that, Scarlett wandered over to me untied me and said “We will see each other again soon”. “If you don’t find your Luna by your 18th Birthday which was in 4 months, then you will be forever cursed”.