Curse Of The Blackened Eye Lyrics Novels & Stories

" A pair of crimson eyes opened as a black flame flashed behind the altar. The curse's legitimate heir was back.

It is here now. In the circle. Writhing. Alive. The black energy twists above the cracked runes like smoke trying to take shape, thick and ugly and furious, snapping at the silver lunar light still pouring through the pattern. My stomach turns. “Gods,” I whisper. Darius hears me. “What is it?” he asks. I do not look at him. I cannot. Because the truth is right in front of me. “The curse,” I say quietly. “It is almost out.” Elara stiffens.

And she stepped onto the battlefield to face Marcus Blackthorn head on. ************************************ ~TATE'S POV~ ~~~~~~~~************~~~~~~~~ "From depths where light has never been, From shadows thick and caverns grim, I call the hunger, call the pain, To feast upon my foe's refrain. By blood I've spilled and oaths I've sworn, By every soul that's been forsworn, Let darkness coil and serpents bite, Devour strength and steal their might. With shattered bone and raven's cry, I bid their courage wither, die.

I stood in the wreckage, chest heaving, claws dripping red. The door opened again. Blackthorn wolves flooded in. Their eyes locked on me, on the shadows still curling off my skin, on the glow still burning in my eyes. At the front stood Elder Cyril. His face was stone, his voice as sharp as the blade he carried. “The House of Glass cannot stand with a curse inside its walls. Either the curse is purged… or Blackthorn shatters tonight.” Kael stepped forward, his sword still bloody. “She’s not a curse. She’s mine.”

“You want me to stop? No! To you traitorous humans; I am your Daymare and your Nightmare. I am the Punishment of both God and Devil. If you all hadn't committed this great sin, I would not have brought this punishment unto you. I am... BLACK HEART”

Eyes glowing wild, broken, furious, desperate. He roared again— a sound that cracked like the Gods themselves were at war. Juliet and Levi gasped behind me, having followed silently. “He’s calling for you,” Levi whispered. “Is he challenging you? The curse?” I glared back at him through the window, meeting that monstrous, glowing gaze head-on. I didn’t flinch. My back moved but I felt no pain. Everywhere was foggy but my vision was sharper than ever. Let him howl the loudest.

His eyes were open and the irises bleeding at the edges with something ink-black. Someone had placed an ancient curse on his blood, taking advantage of the chaos and distraction. "No." The scream came out of my broken heart. "No, no, no —"

Let teeth fall out, and hair turn white, Let fever burn them every night. Their minds shall fade, their eyes grow blind, No peace, no joy, no rest to find. Their cries will echo in the dark, As shadows leave a lasting mark. They'll beg for help, they'll scream in vain, But nothing stops the rising pain. This curse I send, it shall not miss, My blood, my voice, I seal with this." As he finished the chant, Bruce threw a pinch of dark powder into the flame of the nearest candle. The flame turned black for a moment, and a low hiss echoed through the attic.

Ahhhhhh, " another spasm hit as another cry of pain left Eliss's vocals . She unknowingly glanced at Marcus who had his eyes teared up in her pain. She could see his furrowed brows. The worry laden eyes .But could decide what was the truth . Was her mate real the one with black heart? Her mind asked as she was remembered of the past .Her eyes eventually filled with disdain. Before being closed by exhaustion caused by the errupting pain every second .Letting the surrounding silence..

Ivy's POV The black fire closed around us like a cage, feeding on the air, swallowing the sounds of battle outside. Damon’s roar still echoed faintly through the haze, but it was already fading into silence. Kyle grinned, stepping closer through the smoke. “You can’t win. You can’t even stand.” My knees wobbled, but I didn’t fall. “You’ve already lost,” I said, forcing the words past the burn in my throat. He laughed, raising his hand. The air thickened, the artifact’s glow deepening to crimson. “You really think you’re stronger than the curse that made you?”