Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

He let out in his usual deep voice feeling ecstatic remembering how helpless and vulnerable she looked last night. The memories of her cursing him entered his mind many times but all he did was scoff in the end. There is no God. And there is nothing like a curse in this world. He was confident that nothing can harm Waynes. He is Sebastian Wayne the most powerful bachelor in this country. He doesn't need to worry about such petty emotional curses. "Now it's better to leave them alone." Smith voiced out to which Sebastian nodded absent-mindedly. "Of course." He mumbled finishing his toast and taking a last sip of his coffee.

“I want to paint. I want to live my life, not yours. And I’ve hated you for every moment you’ve crushed me under your expectations!” The room went still. Abby’s eyes widened as though stabbed. His mouth opened, then closed. He looked at his daughter as if seeing her for the first time. The herbs on the table suddenly flared, the strings snapping, the bones rattling like teeth. Kate gasped, clutching her chest. “It’s breaking—the curse is breaking!” And then, with one final roll of thunder, the candles blew out, plunging them into total darkness. From the blackness, Brenda’s voice floated in from the open window, mocking and sharp: “What a lovely family portrait. Your sins shouted into the st

“It’s a vow.” Luca took the rings and heated them in a flame. “We don’t swear by gods,” he said. “Only by scars.” They pressed the heated rings into their palms — searing their skin, branding each other with legacy. “We harvest the devil’s garden,” she whispered. “And we plant ruin in its place.” They kissed, blood mingling between them. The Next Morning – The Burning Letter An envelope arrived from Casablanca. Inside: a single chess piece — the black queen — broken in half. And a note written in silver ink.

Braylon’s pride was beginning to get hurt, he was resisting the curse words that were about to pile up inside him. Grandma Aubrey could hear him if he had cursed in his mind and that would only make things get worse. Imogen on the other side was smirking and ready to see his pride get hurt. She was waiting for him to say the word and use it against him till her time in the mansion elapses.

For unknown reason, she want an answer, she commanded, “Tell me...with full honesty and loyalty!” “First, because you were my Granddaughter,” the Grandma looking seriously, the girl could only be suspicious. “And second, he was the Alpha. You know what that's mean? He was curse, so I'm just protecting. You shouldn't be part of his world, in this world that doomed to destroyed!”

Unfolding the rough paper under the dim candlelight, my breath completely seized inside my throat, as I read the content of the letter: "THE WHITE WOLF, CHILD OF PERDITION, SHALL BE KILLED BEFORE HE DESTROYS OUR WORLD."

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.

Marisa’s cloak was clutched tightly around her again, her face burning with shock and fury. Caleb’s gaze shifted between them, eyes gleaming with both triumph and pity. “You’ve traded honor for desperation. And him…” he sneered at Boris. “ you’ve traded judgement for lust.” Boris’s hands trembled, his Council sigil glinting accusingly in the light. The silence that followed was heavy, irreversible. The kind that promised ruin. —————— Damian stood tall before the mirror in the chamber, his reflection half lost in the flicker of the light. The air smelled faintly of smoke and myrrh. His head throbbed dully, the echo of the previous nights lessons still lodged behind his ribs.

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 ask, hoping to prolong the time before Damien gets here. “David?” His tone sounds unbelieving. “Oh no, my brothers are Damein and Vance,” Instantly, I choke on my food, going into a fit of coughs that makes me quickly gulp down a glass of water. “Shocking, isn't it? Anyway, let's talk about the little curse that comes with our blessings; a girl. She's prophesied to be our doom.” I wipe my mouth. “Where do I come into all of this, why are you telling me all of this?”