Curse Of Blood Rubies Novels & Stories

He took a moment to stare at it, a sadness filling his emerald eyes as he traced his thumb across the tiny rubies that had been encrusted into the golden branches. He placed the crown on Alora's head, taking a step back from us. "I, Erik Bloodstone, hereby step down from the throne and give it to Damon Bloodstone and Alora Elwood." His voice rang out into the room. Magic filled the space igniting around us as the ribbon wrapped around mine, and Alora's hands started to glow. The light grew brighter and brighter, consuming the ribbon entirely.

They tried all they could to stop the curse but it was all futile. When the royal family found out that they couldn't stop the curse, they made the first bride a sacrificial price to appease Qetiyah but that wasn't all. The royal family harbors a great secret that's could cause changes to the kingdom of Katula. The royal family was more than what the pack members thought about them. They were cruel, powerful, and full of authority. A thousand years passed and the curse continued with no way to stop it but fate had a lot for the new generation of the Anderson royal family

There was enough blood here that should have meant my life was over. “They were both Royals. They came from different blood lines, but ultimately, they were both of Royal blood. So, I have started Daryl’s transition.” “You what?” “A simple curse will not kill a Royal. Just like a blade to the heart, it will slow us down, may make life more difficult, but this way the curse will not kill him, just as Amber’s curse did not kill you. Though it appears that hers was never meant to kill you anyway. Just keep you trapped.”

The sounds of supernatural’s fighting and killing one another. There was so much darkness and despair, that Ruby felt a sense of dread weighing on her chest. Her breathing hitched when some of the smoke cleared, and she saw blood soaking the grass around her feet. Puddles of blood were everywhere. The sky was hazy and unrecognizable. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at all the bodies that occupied the earth. This was too much for her to handle; why did she have to be cursed with seeing things like this? It wasn’t fair…

“You need blood from someone you love.” “No.” I shook my head, glancing at Ruby. “I’ll recover with rest.” “I don’t think you understand what happens if you don’t.” Joel’s voice sharpened. “You could fall asleep and never wake up. That’s black magic on your neck — I’ve seen that mark before, overseas. A pureblood, same as you. No one even knew what he was until the curse hit him. Same mark, exactly like yours. A vampire healer told him the only cure was blood from the person he truly loved, or he wouldn’t survive the week.”

"We can exchange his blood with a live person. And I mean every drop of it." Caleb said calmly. "A live person?" Knight frowned. "If the one bearing the curse dies, the curse would return to him," Caleb said in a sullen voice. "Is it really possible?" Knight glanced at the room with a worried look. "It's only possible during the blood attack, you can't shift the curse once the blood attack is over." Caleb said, "I would take his pain for you, but I have the curse in my blood as well. Changing it with me won't help him."

The dark figure levitated a couple more meters and froze, as if examining the aliens more closely. - Yes, chshchelovek. But not only… -What does it mean? All three asked with one voice. - Let me in too ... - the ghost ignored the question. “Just remember, the Great Ruby has the right to pick up only those in whom the Ancient Blood flows. The guard made a surreal gesture of invitation with his hand, turned and swam back to where the buildings could be seen. - Ancient Blood? the men looked at each other. - Cesare, do you know what it is? the Frenchman asked, but the archer only shrugged his shoulders in bewilderment.

They were bright, golden eyes that saw everything. He was the man who killed my father, the man who told me I had to work as a slave forever. He was the boss of everything. And I knew he hated me more than anyone else in the world. "The Moon is ready!" Elder Marek shouted from the ledge. His voice was very loud. His gray hair looked white under the stars. "Wait for the Goddess to speak! Wait for the magic to pull you!" Whispers spread through the crowd. This night was special. The Blood Moon comes only once every ten years, as It was the night the Moon Goddess chose a mate for every wolf who was old enough.

The one thing that, as a royal blood Alpha, was forbidden to him. Clary felt as if somebody had shoved a knife into her chest, her heart shattering into a thousand tiny shards when she heard the word from her mates' lips. "Fuck," they said in unison as they stared at each other. Their worlds were burning to ash as they each stared at something they wanted so badly, something they each desperately needed but could never have. The curse. The one and only Moon Goodness curse. Royal blood can't mate with mixed blood, or it will start the war.

“I think… well I’m not sure yet, but I think your pain might be connected to an old curse.” His brows rose. “A curse?” I nodded quickly, trying to focus. “The books mention that when a wolf is cursed, they can’t shift anymore. That the pain increases near the full moon. And that only blood magic can cure it.” He stared at me, silent. I continued, my voice low. “The cure needs to come from a chosen bloodline. I don’t know who or what that is yet, but I’ll find out. I swear, Caspian. I’ll help you.”