Blasphemous 2 Cursed Letter Romane & Geschichten

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."

“Fight it!” His nails scraped the stone, his body convulsing as though every bone wanted to shatter. Elder Mbeki’s voice boomed. “By the Alpha’s blood, by the pack’s law, by the bond of kinship betrayed, let the curse be broken!” The air cracked like thunder. Marcus howled, a sound not wholly his own, layered with something darker. Black ichor spilled from his mouth, thick and foul-smelling, pooling on the altar before vanishing in a hiss of smoke.

Closer than the others dared. The air thickened. Then Seren entered. Ash still clung to the hem of her cloak. The sigil between her shoulder blades, branded by the God Below, kissed by the Storm Pact, still pulsed faintly beneath her skin, like a warning wrapped in silence. She said nothing. But the flame responded. It pulsed once, like a heart. Then folded open. A letter, curled in heat, sealed in black wax rimmed in embers that never cooled. No crest. No crown.

Unfolding the letter, I began to read. 'Alpha Blaise, Wolf of Crescent! By now, you know I am still alive and is the terror from the north. You've captured my man, but this is far from over, Wolf of Crescent, for I am prepared to engage you until the world sees you for who you truly are. Your gravest mistake was forcing my younger sister into a sham of a marriage and beguiling her into falling for you, all for your own selfish motives. 'This is my final warning to you. If any harm befalls my sister or Erick, the whole of Crescent won't be able to contain my fury. I will burn down Crescent. I shall ensure that you fall so low that recovery will be beyond your reach.

“You’re burning up.” “I had to,” I whisper, clinging to his tunic. “They’re using me to break you. Selene’s—” The doors slam open again, and Selene glides in, silk gown trailing like night. Her crimson eyes gleam, her smile a blade. “Bold words from a dying boy,” she says, voice silk over venom. “Accusing me with no proof? Tsk. Desperate.” Jude’s shadows roar, rattling the walls, but I grip his arm, holding him back. The curse spikes, my vision blurring, but I force my voice out. “You forged it. The letter. You’re poisoning me.”

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.”