Cursed Blood Pot Novels & Stories

When all the young girls were scared, hiding away in the castle while the men were gone, I took them one by one. I still remember my mother's bathroom. By that time, I had already killed my parents because they disgusted me. Everybody thought that they were killed in the war. I started bringing this to my house, making them drunk, having fun with them, then killing them, drinking their blood, and bathing in it. I like Elizabeth Bathory. Their blood would keep me young. That is what I thought. However, I did not realize the Sun God would curse me. He learned about my deeds, and I came to me one day. His curse was not a curse to me. It meant that I would live forever. He made a little mistake

“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

Then i quietly came out of the car and walked into the building through the wall and made my way into the bank , i knew the smell of the blood I was looking for , it was stashed at the end of the blood shelf rack because there is nobody asking of the blood due to it being old blood , what they did not know is that blood is the single most important blood mutation of this century, because they is from an extinct tribe called the people of Cuna with a special mutation in their blood. On getting to the back I saw several ziploc bags filled with blood, I knew that I cannot carry it that way so stretching out my cap and then pulled out 40 gallons from it and and then using the spells I learnt fro

Her thoughts faded when Claire started speaking. "Cousin, what are you pampering her for? She is the reason why Aunt is disabled. She is a curse to Aunt. Why are you carrying Aunt's curse like she is precious..." Claire's words were cut abruptly when Kael growled in anger. He is the Alpha. Once he releases his intimidating aura, normal dragons or shifters cannot withstand the pressure.

“You… Pfft…” Spencer pointed at David. His anger got to him, and Spencer threw up blood. There was black mist mingled in his blood, clearly a mark of the curse.

“That is nothing new. It always happens. The alpha loses control of his wolf once in a while.” “It is because of the curse, right?” another maid asked. “Yes.” The word curse made my fingers tighten around the fabric I held. A curse, what was that all about? “His wolf isn’t stable.” “That is why Marcus is always with him.” “I heard he killed a maid one day when he went berserk.” Their voices dipped lower into hushed whispers, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying again. But what I heard was more than enough to send my mind into disarray. A curse. My mind ruminated over the word over and over again.

Despite the scorching heat from boiling, the chief priestess raised the gallipot heavenward with her bare hands and muttered ancient spells. “You may come.” She said and Kaelric stood up, ambling towards her. “Give me your palm,” she said and he obeyed, setting his open hand over hers. Grasping his hand, the chief priestess sliced a sharp knife over his palm and without a flinch, Kaelric watched his blood flow into the boiling gallipot, merging with the child’s blood and forming a blackened clump. The chief priestess laughed once, “ha!” and snapped her fingers as a priestess quickly wrapped his hand with a strip of clean linen to soak up the wound.

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

"But she never got the chance..." I hurled the pie at him. It hit his chest and fell to the floor, covered in dust. "You don't deserve it! You don't deserve Heidi's love!" I shouted, pointing at him angrily. With shaking hands, Ethan picked up the pie from the floor. It was smeared with a trace of blood and dirt. He stared at it vacantly as if his soul had left his body. Then, as if something inside had snapped, he shoved the pie into his mouth, chewing desperately.

There is no way he doesn’t see my apprehension, not with how he freezes. “If you want kids, that is. We don’t have to, anything you want.” He says quickly, but I can see how quickly he flipped the switch on me. He confessed once he never wanted kids or a mate. How could he want to pass on the curse he bore to someone he loved so much? But without that looming curse…He is just a sweet, full of love alpha who wants more than the life of violence and death he thought he was going to perish in.