Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

The same condemnation. Lucian moves to the window. Looks out at the courtyard below. Church wolves gather there. Hundreds of them. More arriving every minute. All wearing their silver medallions. All holding candles. All chanting. And in the center of every chant, Lucian hears it clearly. Lucian's own name. Spoken as curse. As warning. As thing to be destroyed. "Lucian Varrow-Drevyn. Heir of corruption. Child of shadow. Threat to all wolves. Abomination. Monster. Curse made flesh."

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"But I'm the one who holds the key." I looked at the Priest, then at the terrified crowd. I felt the heartbeat of my son, a booming, ancient rhythm that matched the ticking of the universe. The eclipse was total now. The world outside was in darkness, but the hall was a sun. "Do you take this woman?" the Priest croaked, his voice forced by the Head of the Crest’s remaining magic. Caleb’s jaw worked, the curse trying to force the word 'Yes' from his throat. His chest heaved, the violet light glowing beneath his skin like a poison.

“I want to hear you fall apart again.” I rode his fingers desperately, head thrown back, messy dark hair sticking to my damp forehead. When he finally replaced them with his cock, sinking in with one brutal thrust, I cried out loud enough for the house to echo it back. He fucked me right there on the altar deep, possessive strokes that rocked the ancient stone. Every thrust pushed me closer to the edge, the bond singing between us. My power stirred again. Green light flickered faintly in my veins. Silas groaned as if he felt it too, hips stuttering. “What are you, Ashe?” he growled, teeth grazing my throat. “You make the curse… quiet.”

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

Had to make sure the letter certainly belongs to papa. But after a few minutes of studying the letter, I could barely see any signs of counterfeit, omission, or slander from the letter. My papa's handwriting skills were still fresh in my memories. My wolf always remembers how papa strokes my name on a piece of paper. I can confirm it was his handwriting. And the letter went like this; "To my dearest Alpha; It was a great honor to be part of the werewolf guardians as the second in command. Who could have thought an omega like me could have that position in the pack.

She hands me the scroll. “Dearest child, I hope this finds you well and you can put an end to this once and for all. I have foreseen your coming and wish I could be there for your birth and rise. If my vision is correct the Omen wolf and child blessed by two goddesses are sitting together. You both have the capacity to destroy everything and the capacity to love more deeply and unconditionally than many others. I am trusting you to break the curse and bring the light of your love to the world. You may need to destroy old traditions, and ways of thinking, but I foresee a new dawn that starts with you. My dear friend has allowed me access to these scrolls to write these messages for my great-g

But when things began to go out of gand, ad get soul slowly turned dark, all hands were washed off her and she met her demise later. The story wasn't at all good to listen to but I did anyway. "She has placed a mass curse on all the pregnant mothers in Holy Bond pack and that connection quickly brought me out. You must draw the symbols on page seventy five." A mass curse was something dangerous than a plague, and it shocked me to hear something horrible as that from the goddess directly. I cringed when I thought of the dangers the women and the pack are in now. It wouldn't end well if things were not set in place. And when the goddess mentioned a specific page from the spell book, I knew it

“I heard them say to roll it carefully… so the letters on the back wouldn’t fade.” I immediately turned the scroll over—and sure enough, faint etchings appeared, nearly invisible. “There is something else,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Faint letters, almost lost.” “Really?” Finn gasped. “What does it say?” I read carefully. “The blind curse may only be broken in two ways. First, the cursed one must die.” My hands clenched the scroll, and I glanced at Finn. He went utterly still. “And second…” I continued, “The cursed one must place three drops of their blood on the cursed object buried beneath the two cursed trees.”