Cursed Blood Pot Novels & Stories

Anger fills up the magma chamber But all I see is fear The flower bloomed differently. It faced the sunset instead. With blood she united us Wherever I am she will be All will be forgotten in the next life. With the blood of my beloved she cursed me The sin that bought me love The sin that taste sweet and warm She has cursed the sinner and the sin Even the sinner will curse this sin When her blood blooms lava will erupt There will be thunder and lightning Then they will be united The blood of sinners will be one again

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.

'reloj su Atrás,o karma será cause Que gran daño con el maldición de sangre' {Watch your back, or karma will cause you great harm with the curse of blood } Here I am now, witnessing the curse of blood, look at karma playing me, I'm the blood sucker. I sigh, getting dress into a grey sweatpant and crop top, I did my hair in a bun, wore a white canvas, I came out of the closet, rushing to wear I kept the Phoenix stone, I opened my nightstand and grab the Phoenix stone. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I still have a chance. Before I left Alina's place the other time, she had said something so intriguing that day.

The moment it became one with the lake of blood, it created a series of shockwaves. “Finish him, Almirah. Go!” Nicanor cheered her with utmost enthusiasm. The woman looked at him for a matter of seconds, then, she showed her sweetest smile as she nodded. “Celestial Blood Magic: Curse of Crimson Hydra,” she cast and a monster came out from the lake of blood, slithering on its surface with grace. The blood serpent opened its mighty jaw to screech, boasting its long fangs dripping with blood. It moved quickly towards Leviathan and it devoured the whole blood cocoon without struggling to do it. After that, the dreadful monster came back to the abyss of the blood lake.

I straightened slowly, my thoughts racing, this wasn’t opportunistic access, this was preparation, she was anticipating something we didn’t know about and she was preparing for it. I reached for the back wall, pressing my palm against a sealed compartment. The sigil resisted for a heartbeat before yielding. Inside lay a small chest containing scrolls so old they were rarely spoken of, records of past afflictions, ancient history of curses, accounts of wars where magic and bloodlines had intertwined. I scanned the titles until my eyes landed on the empty space…Bloodline Resonance and Curse Amplification. That scroll detailed how certain curses didn’t weaken with time, they adapted, how proxim

“Poetic. Love that for me.” Mira’s voice cracks. “There’s a cure, right? Tell me there’s a cure.” Rowan doesn’t look up from grinding herbs with a mortar that’s older than all of us. “There is exactly one. Fresh blood from the living wolf who shares the cursed line. Has to be willingly given under the full moon, mixed with winterbloom, moonglow, and the tears of a virgin, which we are fresh out of.” Kaelin, back and panting, slams the door. “Define ‘shares the cursed line.’ Because we’re a little short on royal cousins right now.”

'Alternative to quench the thirst of a blood sucking soul. She was checking the werewolf black site that had all things and all answers even about curses and their reversals. The third one cut deep into my soul and I read no further.

And the love of a sister apparently. My toes tapped up and down in a rhythm that was supposed to calm me but it didn't. “Is there no other way?” I asked suddenly, my desperation unmasked. “There may be a way, it was never a possibility before with Brian. I could manipulate the pact with your blood and his but I would need your offspring.” I stared blankly at her, where was I supposed to get an offspring? I doubted that the curse would wait that long. “You have no idea, do you?” She whispered, her white gaze drifting to my belly. Realization hit me and the world stopped.

What was even more terrifying was that the person behind this project was my ex-husband, Rick, a computer engineer. When he was designing the chip system, he used me buying a tie for my son as the test command. The result was that anyone with the chip would develop a deep-seated hatred for me and believe I was a monster who abused my child. In his supplementary command, he had programmed in a detail that the tie was what they made boys wear on Devil's Island. They would force boys to wear it before they used them. Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi