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End is bleak and the rise close The crimson Rukh and the guardian of the flame Laylin’s tears streamed down as shook her head, running as far as she could, but the whispers only grew louder, “No, stop it!” She murmured with her eyes shaking. One who bleeds blue holds the fate of those Beware, every cheat has a price. Curse is on the name He will end you… you fool! Crimson Rukh! Fool! Run to the one who bleeds blue… The one who bleeds blue…

"And the rats?" "Weed them out and burn them alive." I seethed before hanging up the phone. I despise disloyalty, especially under my reign. Not only is it distasteful, mannerless, and a hassle. It's not a good look for a Mafia King. It's dishonoring the Crimson Oath, a bond of brotherhood. Breaking the Crimson Oath is turning your back on your brothers. "Could this night get any worse?" "I see King has found himself a girl, but is she fit to be Queen?" That answers that question.

I wanted to know what man mom placed me up with after she abandoned me in this world for a better place. "When you were born..." Father could not go on. His tongue just got stuck, it had ran out of it's salivary juice or maybe there was no lie to cook up. The Queen however took it up from where he left, "Whenever you and Kristy were born, you were down with black death, a curse handed over my the first woman, Lilith who happened to be Kroni's mother. Kroni felt disheartened about the curse his mother had placed upon the descendants of Adam and Eve's first fruit which also runs in our blood. The curse is usually dormant but in your case, in your case it wast and it was slowly killing you. Kro

I threw myself in front of the television in an attempt to block it from view. "Don't watch it, Evan! I'm begging you, please! Look away!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was no use. Evan's reddened eyes were fixed on the television screen. "Shut up!" Evan rushed at the television and punched it. Instantly, the screen turned dark, and the glass fragments left cuts on his hands. Using his bloodied hands, he grabbed Carmen by the throat and pressed her against the dining table.

"The mother who devoured mercy when it was offered. The queen who tried to rewrite the gods and nearly succeeded. The monster who finally learned to pretend to be human." "You left a throne of ruin," he continued, "An empire of ashes and apologies. And I inherited what remained. The curse you abandoned when you decided to play at redemption. The power you threw away because you were too weak to wield it properly." He held up a shard of red crystal. The last ember of the curse, I realized with sick recognition a fragment that had somehow survived when the main body of the corruption was destroyed.

"She will awaken the throne, and you will kneel before her, Luscius. You... and every self-righteous traitor who bound themselves to the old blood laws." He stared at her for a long moment, and then—softly—he reached forward and closed her eyes. When he rose, he turned to the silent Council standing behind him. "She is dead," he declared. "The curse has been broken." But even as the words left his lips, the flames behind him surged — wild and unnatural — as if the very throne rejected the lie. ⸻ Beneath the Citadel, in chambers untouched by light, the blood wards pulsed. Somewhere in the distant shadows, a forgotten cradle sat still, empty. On the stone floor, inlaid with sigils long banned

“It will be done, Luna-Bound Alpha.” It was a new title—and one Aria had earned not by birthright, but through fire and courage. But far to the east, in the darkness of the Hollow Ruins, Darius watched the moon turn crimson through the flames of his own blood ritual. A twisted smile crept across his lips. “So… they’ve sealed the Oath,” he whispered. “Then it begins. Let the Crimson Curse be awakened.” --- Later that night, as the moon reached its peak, Aria and Kael stood atop the battlements. Their Oath burned within them like a forge, and their strength renewed.

A crimson sun pierced by twin fangs. “The prophecy,” Varek whispered. “It speaks of a Crimson-born. Of a bloodline marked by the gods. A girl who will open the gates sealed by her ancestors. And in doing so, will bring the balance the supernatural world craves.” “Balance?” Fenrak muttered. “You mean chaos.” Varek chuckled. “The only chaos here is the rule Kael and his kind uphold. Alpha hierarchies. Territories. Submission. You think that’s order?”

“We do not butcher innocents to buy a tyrant’s patience.” “But Mother” Kael began, only to falter when she turned her gaze on him. “No.” Her voice was firm, leaving no room for argument. “The Crimson throne will not stain itself with cowardice. If Brom wants war, let him come and see what waits for him here.” I should have been proud of her strong stand. But the curse inside me twisted, a painful reminder of our weakness and the suffering yet to come. I saw Kael's hand briefly press against his chest before he hid it. He felt it too.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only