Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

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.

The letter, marked with the Crow’s sigil, offers risk and truths that could shatter everything. The words rang like a curse“The man you named still lives… and he is coming for you.”

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,

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

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..."

Nevertheless, I burst the seal. The ink was a rich, blood-red color, and the parchment was ancient. And a chill that was unlike anything I had ever experienced crept into my bones as my eyes traveled over the sentences. *"You are walking the path of the dead." "Turn back before it is too late." "Lilith."* I tightened my hold on the letter as the world around me became hazy. A caution. A pledge. An announcement of war. Kael sighed a silent curse as she read over my shoulder. "She knows," he whispered.

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.