Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

Dear my darling daughter, I knew you would turn seventeen today, as you're reading this letter, I'm sorry, I'm no longer be with you, but I still miss and love you and your mother, always and forever. It also means I have failed to protect you, and I'm terribly sorry to place an awful burden on your shoulders. But Vivienne dear, by now I'm sure you have discovered who you are. Your existence is meant to unleash a stirring prophecy of the Underworld. My daughter, you're not an ordinary girl. No matter what the future turns out to be, the destiny is yours. May the goodness of your heart help you against all odds. Yours for eternity,

“Does anyone have paper and a pen?” I asked. “I just had a thought, but I need to write down the connections to see if it makes any sense.” Mom went into the house and came back out with a notebook and pen. I used everyone’s initials to make the connections of which leaders are against me and which ones support me. Starting with my fated mates. C – dragon king – against me, D – Bear king against me, R – Alpha hole – against me. R – priestess supporter, V & D – Vampire king - ? Supporter, I – quiet alpha - ? Supporter.

"Well couldn't that be called a gift?; he uttered furrowing his brows. His dad gazed up at the young teenager it seems he want to accept all that before knowing all about it "no matter how to take it, it is still a curse"; he murmured gazing down at his palm like it was his fault for giving birth to a cursed, but that wasn't what he was thinking, how would he guide his son to the right path and not letting him succumb the other way?. The reason why that woman disguised herself was to steal the ability from him so she could bring chaos easily upon the world, that was the time to prepare for that by teaching Kazuma the way of the sword.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."

The letter arrived at dawn. Elara found it tucked under her breakfast tray—a folded piece of parchment sealed with black wax stamped with the Shadowfang crest. Her uncle's crest. Her mother's murderer's crest. Her hands shook as she broke the seal. To the so-called Alpha of the Nightshade Dominion, You harbor a Null. A curse. A thing with no wolf and no worth. She is not your mate—the Moon Goddess does not bless filth with such honor. She is a runaway slave, and by the old laws, she belongs to me.

Seeing her confused look, he explains about the aphrodisiac powder. "I should have been stronger. We're cursed, you know," he says quietly. "Cursed be he that lieth with his sister, the daughter of his father, or the daughter of his mother. Deuteronomy 27:22," he quotes, locking eyes with her. "I'm so sorry, Sis." Tears are streaming down his cheeks and Sharon reaches over and pulls him to her, cradling his head against her naked breasts. "What does that mean?" she asks, combing her fingers through his hair as he cries. "To be cursed, I mean."

Most of them were corporate invitations and legal reports. Then one particular document immediately caught my attention. I frowned. Because it was handwritten. Who still handwrites these days? Silverclaw. The word was written clearly across the page. Huh? My fingers instantly grew cold before my eyes drifted lower. The handwriting looked urgent but the message itself looked far worse. “Time is rapidly running out now.” My stomach instantly dropped. Huh? I continued reading. “If Alpha Lukas does not return with his verified mate soon, the curse will consume him entirely. His descent into madness is now unavoidable. It is only a matter of time.”

The curse is easy to break…you only need to do what the Caster of the curs want you to do… I added this line in the glyph enchantment code to make that bastard regret the day he decided to become my enemy! In other words? Al he needs to do is to treat me as his blood sister and the curse will weaken by the day…or he keeps following me around calling me a witch and whatnot and get the effect of the curse get stronger and stronger as his brain drains up! These two curses are both “Dark”… If I want to get back on that blond bastard, I need to cast a spell that is not considered as a curse but is one! But I cannot think of any…