Curse Of The Bloodthirsty Novels & Stories

“You do not belong here.” Marcus stepped forward, his expression calm but his body tense. “We’re not here by choice. We just need to pass through.” The figure tilted its head, the movement unnaturally slow. “The path you seek is not for the living.” Sasha felt a chill run down her spine. “What does that mean?” The figure’s hooded gaze shifted to her, and she felt the weight of its stare as if it could see straight into her soul. “The blood in your veins carries a curse,” it said. “A curse that will bring ruin to all who follow you.”

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

Their swords clashed with a sound that shook the foundations of the fortress, sending cracks racing through ancient stone that had withstood millennia of weather and war. "You don't understand what you're fighting for," the figure hissed, pressing against Marcus's blade with supernatural strength. "The First Blood is not a gift. It is a curse. A chain that binds you to an endless cycle of sacrifice and loss. Every Marsh who has ever borne the title has died in agony, has watched everyone they loved wither and fade, has stood alone at the end of all things with nothing but power and emptiness. Is that what you want? Is that what you would condemn her to?"

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

“You need to rest, sweetheart. You lost a lot of blood.” I nodded faintly. “And I need to tell you something… something about the boys. About Cassian….about all of them Raven” I stiffened and nodded at her. “They’re cursed,” she said quietly. “It’s called the Blood Vane Curse. It’s been with them since their mother died. Every Blood Moon, they suffer. Their bodies burn and their thirst becomes unbearable. It’s like a death sentence every month and this is the Hundredth year they would face that and rumours have it that they might not survive it.”

It was a full moon. "Stephhhh". Callum mewled. The silver of the full moon was making his vampire horny. Stephen’s eyes turned crimson red as Blaze let his Vampire take hold. It was like an invisible frenzy. A hazy cloud surrounding them pulling them closer to bask in each other's warmth and love. It was just like a werewolf in heat. Enlightening the emotions. The tingling sensation under the skin makes it sensitive to touch..

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

“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

He remembered the Dark that had been pursuing the entire Eridanus genus, turning them into bloodthirsty murderers. This curse was like no other because it was an innate one. It was called “Hunger of the Dead”.

“It came with a price. The power twisted him. Turned him on his own people. Made him something monstrous.” I don’t dare breathe. My heart beats loud enough to drown out the world. “That brother,” he says, voice gravelled and full of bitterness, “was the first of my bloodline.” The mirror fogs slightly from our breath, and still he doesn’t blink. “Every generation since has borne the curse. We call it strength. But really, it’s rot. Violence in our veins. Hunger for control. And when it awakens… it destroys.” I stare at him, speechless.