Curse Of Blood Rubies Novels & Stories

Cursed. He growled something guttural — a language not of wolves, but of the Queen’s blood magic. The same whispers I’d heard in the mist. Marigold caught the same sound and grimaced. “Okay, nope, that’s creepy.” I dodged his swing, slammed him against a boulder, and roared, “She’s infecting them now. The curse— it’s rewriting them.” Marigold’s wolf surfaced under her skin, power crackling like lightning. “Then we burn them out.”

"The energy is too great. My crystal is already cracked. It won't hold him long. Rakar, you know what this is?" Rakar nodded stiffly, his face deathly pale. "Moon Blood." "Moon Blood?" Revira repeated, confused. "A blood disease? Leukemia?" "Not a disease," Eldric interjected firmly. "It is a legacy. A curse. A gift. Call it what you will." Eldric walked to the window, closing the curtains tightly as if afraid someone might be peering in from the darkness outside.

now, I pressed my hands to my chest again and felt it race very fast. But the words had not come like a spell, they turned out as whispers. “Bind me to his aura, let him see me as hers and see only me to love.” Love. The word laced on my mind and just then, I heard a crack. I looked up, a part of the mirror shattered and sliced through my wrists. I winced, once it tore against my flesh. Blood started to ooze from it, I blinked my eyes trying to go through my spells. Blood had always been my weakness but I swear, I wasn't going to let it distract me now.

He couldn't finish. Rowan tugged lightly at Nathan's sleeve. "Nate." His voice was small, uncertain. "What's going on? What curse? What does this have to do with Arabella?" Nathan looked at him—really looked at him—and saw the confusion, the fear, the desperate need to understand. "The Vitale bloodline is cursed," Nathan said quietly. "It's ancient. Older than the kingdom. It ensures that whatever a Vitale truly desires, they can never have."

Or could there be another reason why I'd get affected by a poison so deadly to werewolves? I didn't think so. Besides, Ruby assumed I drank it just to impress Noah. But in my defense, I didn't know it contained wolfsbane. I didn't even know how to sniff one out if I was asked to do so. “I don't think Noah would want to hurt her,” Clara pointed out. “You saw him going mad because of that…” “Oh please,” Ruby cut her off. “He looks desperate as fuck. He might have done so to trigger his curse. He fucking killed someone, and then he claimed…fuck! How can this even happen?!” She stomped her foot on the ground in annoyance.

“We could give them what they want…” “Or?” I can hear the plan forming in his tone. “Or we trust each other.” His hand finds mine, fingers intertwining. “Even if we don’t know who we really are.” James laughs sharply, the sound bouncing off the walls like broken glass. “How touching. The star-crossed babies all grown up and in love. But blood will tell, won’t it? The Rodriguez curse runs deep.” “Curse?” The word slips out before I can stop it, another puzzle piece I didn’t know I was missing.

Now that Uriel was gone, to avoid the downfall of the pack, they would have to resort to something rather extreme and taboo. "Based on the sorceress' divination, this is the only option," Maria Croft, Uriel and Carlin's mother, declared. Her eyes were reddened with tears as she glared imperiously at Johanna and continued, "Carlin and Uriel are twins who share the same blood. On behalf of our ancestors, I ask that Carlin and Allison form a breeding pact to carry on Uriel's bloodline for him." The moment those words came out of Maria's mouth, all the blood drained from Johanna's face.

The sapphire seemed like a curse, its heat spreading through every fiber of my being. “Throw it away, Evelyn!” Sylvia’s voice called urgently. I wished I could. But the hilt felt glued to my palm. No matter how much I tried to shake it free, it wouldn’t budge. “She can’t,” Augus sneered, his eyes darkening with malice. “Haven’t you learned, Syl? The sapphire of the throne isn’t just blessed with divine magic—it’s cursed with black magic. Anyone who isn’t of royal blood who touches it will burn. Their flesh and soul will be consumed by fire until nothing remains but ash.”

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.

Ashley asked looking nonchalant and Louis gave her a deadly gaze which caused her to roll her eyes and become more interested in what they were doing. “The dragons were controlled by the blood diamond the ancient kings made out of the heart of the last goddess, the people of old used this same necklace to lock the eggs by taking the blood of each specie and binding them as one, now to unlock it we have to make another blood diamond that all their bloods are tied to” Tasha explained and they all looked at themselves nodding their heads in agreement. “How do we perform this ritual?” Juliette said after being usually quiet in their gatherings.