Curse Of Blood Rubies の小説・ストーリー

Hayley Hanson’s father was a member of the Blood Cult, and she was inflicted with the Blood Curse. Until now, she was still lying inside the coffin in the underground blood pool and wouldn’t wake up. To save her, Alex Rockefeller needed first to unlock the Blood Curse. “Do you know about the Blood Curse?” Alex asked. “Blood Curse? What is that?” Colton Lawrence asked. “You don’t know about the Blood Curse? In that case, you’re of no use to me,” Alex said while he raised his hand. Rays of Buddhist light started gathering above him. He was creating yet another hand symbol of Ksitigarbha's Ten Wheels Earth Incantation.

So, if she’s not of the specific bloodline of that creature then she cannot summon the dragon. The Emperor frowned. He was sure that she had something to do with Chaos and the unbinding of the red strings. However, he was warned by the palace astrologist that he wasn’t allowed to probe unless he was specifically asked by the legendary creature. Tapping his fingers on his chair, he looked at Ruby. After a while he said, “Very well. Now how do you stop the rebellion?” Ruby looked around and said, “The curse have markings on the ones who used it. I advise that for those of you whom have the curse marking, should do what’s best and turn yourself in or kill yourself.”

“Tell me, Kade… what proof is greater than that? The cursed blood does not lie. It devours.” He leaned forward, his eyes glittered. “If the cursed blood beast once wiped a pack from the map… if it can kill everyone else, why not Lucien too? He may be a god to others, but he is still flesh. Still a shape that can be undone.” Riven’s fingers tapped, slow against the table.“You do not need spells or prophecies. The cursed blood itself is the weapon and when it meets steel, it births a wound no power can heal. The cursed blood turns metal into ravenous teeth.” His grin widened, savage. “Dip a blade in cursed blood and it will not merely cut… it will eat. It will find whatever makes him immortal

Scrolls crumbled at her touch, their contents lost to time, but some books remained intact. Finally, Caroline let out a quiet breath. “Here,” she said, holding up a thick leather-bound tome. The cover was embossed with a symbol Olivia recognized—the same sigil that had appeared in her visions. She opened it, her breath catching as she read the first lines. "The curse of the first blood is not a punishment but a choice. A sacrifice made in the name of power." The words sent a chill through her. She turned the page, scanning the text as Caroline and Ralph leaned in beside her.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to muffle the cries that felt like they were tearing me apart from the inside out. “It’s called The Curse Of Agony,” Sabrina’s gentle voice cut through my despair. “The blood tears are a sign of the curse. It crushes the soul of the one it’s cast upon. The body remains intact, but the soul endures unimaginable pain. The pain is so severe it paralyzes the body and destroys the soul from within. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses.” Her words were a cruel reminder of the suffering my mother had endured making anger and helplessness surge inside me. Killian had done this to her. The curse’s brutality felt like a personal attack, a violation of everything I

The edge pricked my finger, and it was bleeding now. But instead of falling, the blood seems like the dagger absorbed it. "What's happening? Are you ok, Evolet?" Blaze asked. I nod. I do not want to look away. The blood disappeared, and the letters seem to rearrange themselves. I could read what it says now. To break the curse, one needs to die. The one whose blood is blue! "What's the meaning of this? Who has blue blood?" Oren asked, confused. "It might be a metaphor! It might be blue blood like royal blood!" Blaze said, looking out the window. "It might be the blood of a God..."

“Yes. Why?” It felt silly, but I replied anyway, “I was reading a story in Bloodmoon about these rubies that were mined from a mountain far north called the Red Peak. According to legend, they were supposed to have special powers that could make a wolf stronger and more powerful than anything the world had ever seen.” “Okay…?” “Helena and Celeste always wore rubies. Always.” I held the knife out and turned toward Andrei. “What if those rubies have something to do with the ‘weapon’ that Celeste mentioned?”

My brows furrow. “If a person uses it on themselves on the Blood Moon night, he or she will become the strongest of all wolves, bestowed with immense power, strength, and free from any curse or disease. You can only use the Red Ruby once. I have been saving it as my last resort…if only that bastard hunter hadn’t stolen it.” “He found out I was going to use the Red Ruby to heal my wolf and attack the hunters. I even ordered Sheena and Raven to take care of him, yet they couldn't trace the Red Ruby.”

With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle. "Don't be stupid; that was just a name. The term "Blood Moon Curse" does not refer to being cursed by the moon. The moon gave it to the Monte Cruz family as one of the selected families to help balance the vampire realm. It was a gift to be able to control the vampire's natural bloodlust. It's a medicine and meal given to them on their first day of awakening, but because something happened to them, you must take it, or you'll never be able to control the Monte Cruz blood that lives within you. And who knows? You might end up killing everyone you care about." With a stern voice and look, Vladimir explained the truth about the blood

And yet, there is something inside of me that is curious and wants me to get to the bottom of this. “...So you see, the Swans-” Robert’s voice fades back into existence in my mind, but I interrupt him. “Will you give me a lesson on curses?” I ask, causing him to stop his writing in its tracks, his back still turned to me. After a few long moments, Robert sets the chalk down and turns around to face me. “Ruby,” he says grimly, “curses are caused by a terribly evil form of black magic. Their history is fraught with death and gore. I’m not so positive that Lycan Atwood would be pleased with such horrors filling your young mind.”