Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

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.

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…

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."

"I won’t play your game, Leofric. I’ll fight the curse my way. On my terms." "Then I’ll give you space," he said. I didn’t thank him. He opened the door, gesturing. "I’ll assign you new quarters, away from the breeding chambers. You won’t be disturbed." I stepped past him, but not before catching a glimpse of the forged letter he’d been burning earlier. Half-scorched paper. I could just make out the words "betrayal" and "blood pact." He saw me looking. "Someone is trying to destroy you," he said. "They’re not done yet."

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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.

"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