Curse Of Blood Rubies Novels & Stories

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

“It’s not just some ancient evil we’re dealing with. It’s a curse—one that’s been tied to my bloodline for centuries.” A stunned silence followed his revelation. Aria’s eyes widened in disbelief, and even Eldrin seemed taken aback by the gravity of Lucian’s words. “Your bloodline?” Dorian echoed, his voice incredulous. “What curse?” Lucian’s expression darkened, his gaze falling to the ground as if unwilling to meet their eyes. “The curse of the Vampires of Vayne,” he said quietly. “My family was once part of an ancient order of warriors who protected the world from supernatural forces. But that protection came at a price.”

They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King. Rome spits out blood. My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure.

I said. Asa reached into the folder and pulled out a second document, older, the paper thick and yellowed and chopped in zigzag at the edges, covered in script I recognised as ancient pack text. “I went back to the original records of the curse. The ones from before your grandfather’s time.” He spread it on the table between us. “The curse was bound by blood. Ancient blood magic from the moon Goddess origin. The only thing that can break it is blood compatibility from a fated mate.” I looked at him.

"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.

“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.