Cursed Blood Pot Novels & Stories

He coughed wetly, blood dribbling down his chin. “She cursed my body to rot. Cursed my blood to hunger. Cursed my power to decay. Cursed my line.” His eyes burned brighter. “But she forgot something.” “What,” I whispered. “Curses break,” he rasped. “With the right sacrifice.” “And you think I’m-” “You ARE,” he snarled, voice suddenly booming. “You are Vlad’s blood. You are the key. You are the mirror to my sin.” He laughed again, echoing wildly off the chamber walls.

And I was going to find it. My fingers brushed against an old leather-bound journal tucked between thick volumes of pack history. I opened it, feeling the spine creak, and revealed spidery handwriting that was decades old. These pages spoke of some "Blood Moon curse" with a very unclear origin and of some kind of artifact called Owlshard.

] Your blood can purify the curse. Without any second thoughts, I sliced my forearm with my claw and let my blood drip on my husband’s wounds. At first, it was crimson red. But as it dripped from my arm, the blood turned liquid gold and helped the healing process grow fast. But the curse was too strong. It wanted Dominic’s body. And my eyes were starting to go blurry as I started to lose so much blood.

she murmured. Curzon released his meal, blood running down his chin and coating his teeth. His eyes had turned lavender, blood magic mixing with the crystal blue of his irises. His victim still bled as well, rivulets soaking into his shirt. Curzon held out a goblet to his throat to catch the stream.

We needed the babes for a ritual that we could only perform on a blood moon, tonight. For two babes will be born from the one that is cursed, and those shall be shed below the cursed blood moon. For the great Warlock to rise, blood shall flow in rivers and the sky. In honor of this great sacrifice, thou can hold all dark magic with endless limits. The ultimate power.

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

"Who is Diaz?" "We are. Our bloodline is the Diaz witch bloodline. When I became a seer, I became infertile. Seers aren't allowed to reproduce. When I met my mate, I told him, and he left to have an heir. He moved on without rejecting me, and I felt his betrayal every day. Your mother became angry and cursed him. Sent him to the pits of hell. Only Diaz's bloodline can open and close the hell portal. You must never open the portal fully. The demons below can not escape." I nodded, taking it all in. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr