Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

the man cursed, "she escaped. ASHLEY The worst day of my life began when I find out that the boy that took my virginity by force was my soulmate, as if that was not enough I caught him kissing my own mother, The woman that gave birth to me. My life couldn't have been any worse than it already is. I started loathing the alpha's son the day he lured a sixteen years old me into the basement of his grand father's house and have his way with me, to state a fact, he wasn't that good looking, obviously not my type, but do I have a choice? What choice do I have when a nineteen years old alpha's son had me trapped between his strong arm, maybe bitting my tongue was a choice but it's not for me, the i

I paced over to him as he pulled a sheet of paper that was hidden under the leather desk mat. ‘What is it?’ He handed it over to me, ‘Looks like a letter… to you.’ I grabbed it rapidly and began to read it. —————————— My dearest daughter—my little wolf. I sense my time is coming to an end… there has been a dark shift within the pack, darker than the curse that has been put upon us. I don’t want to send you this letter. In fact, I may even withhold it from you. I didn’t want you to know about the curse; I didn’t want you to have any more reason to come to the pack and risk your life.

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

This time it was much easier than the first time. On the page where it instructed on how to break a curse. It said I needed to get the blood of the cursed and recite the words beneath. It was written in a language I wasn't familiar with. Luminaris Aetheris, sylvan sanctum, undaunted spiritus. Exaudi vocem meam, dissolvi vinculum, liberari a maleficio.

Immediately, she left, and my father's letter arrived; I reluctantly opened it because I knew what he wanted to say. “The Curse ripens. Soon, she will destroy herself and Greymoon. When she breaks, bring me her heart and don’t you dare back out of this now, as you already know what you stand to lose.” I hissed, and then the words from the Healer on white came to my Mind. “When betrayal births vengeance, the moon will bleed and the pack will feed on its own.”

"Get me the girl, or the next time the curse takes hold, I won't be there to help you hold it back. You’ll burn with the rest of them." The connection snapped shut, leaving me standing in the dark. I let out a roar of frustration and swept my arm across the dresser, sending glass vials and heavy wooden bowls flying across the room. They shattered against the stone walls, but the noise didn't make me feel any better. I kicked a chair, watching it splinter, and cursed Liam’s name under my breath. He was so blinded by his own "morals" that he couldn't see we were all heading for a cliff. I needed that curse lifted, and I wasn't going to let his sudden conscience ruin my life.

Dear Lord Ralph, I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing to inform you about the cause of your recent affliction. After conducting an experiment, we have discovered that the foul odor emanating from your person is not because of your impending demise, at least not for now. Instead, it is a symptom of a much more significant problem. I regret to inform you that as the direct recipient of the curse that is slowly vanquishing you. Every time you take a human life, you become more savage, and your deterioration speeds up. The odor you emit is also a byproduct of this process.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

I handed over the letter to Charlotte to read it aloud. “I’m sorry for everything that has happened and I utterly feel ashamed that I had been blinded by my thirst for vengeance. The way to reverse the curse is your blood and to make it more effective, you should add smashed cherry tomato leaves and mix it with your blood. Afterward, you should give it to Alpha Zane to drink, and then,” Charlotte paused from reading the letter as he widened in shock. “And then what?” We heard Alpha Zane’s voice from behind. He looked as though he would shout and scream with joy if only he had the strength.