Cursed Blood Pot Novels & Stories

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

Chapter 18. A WOMAN'S FACE ON MINE. MIRA'S POV. The night sky turned red, lanterns hung above the courtyard with the stars matching up its strength. The drummers beat their drums in rhythm with the singers, the flute played accompanying the melody of the beats. The scent of roasted meat and wine filled my nostrils. It was the night of the blood moon, the most sacred of festivals, when the pack celebrated renewal, unity and the goddess who blessed them with their first bond.

And now, after the soul-bonding, they would be one. A cursed man with a cursed woman. They were perfect for each other, he thought hopelessly. When he had picked up the scroll, her blood was still seeping from her wound. He had panicked about not being able to halt the bleeding despite all the survival techniques he had learned, which included bandaging her hand, sucking on the wound, pressing on it and even his healing spells did not work because her injuries were inflicted on her by a magical weapon. Also, her face had turned horrendously pale. She had lost too much blood. At that juncture, he knew he had to do something, and recalling her bundle contained magical items. He prayed hard tha

Their hands bled, drops of crimson mingling on the ground. The seer’s voice returned, calm but insistent. “The curse demands a price—blood freely given, bound by love. Only then can the prophecy turn from ruin to renewal.” The vision faded, leaving them in a quiet haze. Aria’s mind spun, the weight of the words pressing down. “A blood sacrifice,” she whispered. “From both of us.” Caden nodded, his expression grim but resolute. “It’s a choice. To prove our bond can overcome the curse.”

"Thank you for coming. We need to show you what we've discovered." He leads us to the table. Up close, I can see the blood vials are labeled with names and dates. My stomach turns when I see one labeled "Alpha Kade Thornridge" with dates spanning three years. "She was collecting your blood," Elder Thorne explains. "For the curse. Blood magic is the most powerful kind—and the most dangerous. But that's not all we found." He shows us another vial, and my heart stops. It's labeled "Elena Rosewood" and dated the day before she died.

moon goddess’s magic. To permanently lift this Blood curse, I would need to use every ounce of strength I possessed.With his eyes flaming crimson, Dimitri collapsed to his knees. Every wolf in the Blood Moon pack heard and responded to his heart-stopping cry. They were being disconnected from their Alpha’s life energy, proving that the spell was effective. Dimitri moaned, gritting his teeth despite the agony that threatened to shatter him. Indeed. It was finished! Now that the entire pack had been unlinked from Dimitri, I had the opportunity to lift the curse on her before the Blood Moon vanished.To break the curse, I muttered the spell I discovered in the book of shadows: “Finit vez uño re

“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.”