Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Novels & Stories

Sticky. Blood. She opened it. Inside, a letter. Folded. Heavy. Soaked in dried crimson. Sealed with Luciana’s personal mark—a wolf's fang pressed into wax. She unfolded it slowly. Handwritten. "Your child is not the future. He is a curse. The De Rossis die by his hand or mine. Choose." Aria said nothing. She only handed the letter to Matteo. His face darkened as he read. "She sent a death sentence inside a riddle."

she whispers, the soft tremor of her voice reflecting the intensity of her need for answers. With trembling hands, she pries open the lid of the chest, revealing yellowed parchments crammed within, each page a fragile connection to her past. As she begins to read the documents, her heart races—a torrent of emotions floods her senses, each word igniting fury, sorrow, and disbelief. "Your father waged war against werewolves while hiding one in his own home,” Blackwell says, his voice laced with bitterness. “You were cursed in your mother’s womb as retribution for his crusade, and they feared you would be killed if anyone discovered what you were.”

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

Cesan's eyes were wild as he stared worriedly at me, but instead of reassuring him, I turned my head and growled at my dad. “What the fuck, Dad?!” Sin's arms fell to his side as he cursed. “What have you done, Cesan?” He groveled, causing me to furrow my brow. I noticed that my Crescent Moon mark was illuminated and thought it was cool. “You mean this?” I asked as I lifted my moon mark toward him. “He means that you absorbed his bolt and should be dead, “ Cesan explained. I gasped as I clutched the covers to my bare chest.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one.

Some faded, some darker. These were all from the times I had bled myself to ease Jennifer's condition. He stared at them, his breathing growing heavier, his eyes slowly turning red. He bent down and picked up the letter, the edges blurred with dried blood. His fingers trembled so badly that he could barely hold it. I drifted closer, peering over his shoulder. I had written it in charcoal, the handwriting crooked and uneven. [Use my blood for Jennifer. It will completely cure her Aphrodisiac Curse. My love, I wish you and Jennifer a lifetime of happiness.]

It was a letter written by Vienna. 'I think you are a very selfish man, Alex. I don't know what could have made you so cruel to me. Yes, I am a shewolf with no mate, and your coming into my life was like a long dead wish. But tonight, you proved to me who you really are. You proved that you and other men are the same. There is only lust in your mind. I may have felt inferior to Serenity, I envied her. But now, I'm very sure that all your stupid plans will never happen to her life anymore. She already has Logan as her companion, and also her protector. Even though I am a sinner myself, I will still pray to the Moon Goddess that Serenity will live happily ever after with Logan, and not you, Al

“So you’re telling me rogues are cursed?” I wanted to hit my head against a wall. I should have known a person like Felicity would lie about even her academic prowess. “The goddess cursed rogues? Where did you learn this?” “It’s in ‘Rogues 101.’ I’m serious.” As she mentioned the ridiculous book title, I pulled out my phone to search for it on the internet. Surprisingly, it existed. “The goddess cursed all destroyers with a madness that is incurable.”

Alpha King Alaric flung the parchment down. It landed with a soft *thud* at the feet of Beta Prime Marcus. The letter unfurled, the final sentence glaring up at them like an open wound: *This child is a curse upon the Pack; she must not be allowed to live.* The handwriting was unmistakable. It belonged to Marcus. Alaric’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble, vibrating with the power of his Alpha command. "Beta Prime Marcus. It seems you harbor a grudge against me."