Cursed Bloodlines Novels & Stories

I ask, because even though I wouldn’t want that, she hasn’t even shifted, I don’t want to assume and offend my mate’s father. “I appreciate that offer, but no. She isn’t even a wolf yet. She won’t be able to take any title till she is 25 or meets her mate. I believe you will need to choose a Beta line if you choose to take over as Alpha, and you would need a Gamma as well considering his line died in the war.” “Alright, noted. Let’s get going.”

Caspian said thoughtfully. The Blood Ancestor, who had exposed his real body, was more sensitive to the bloodline in Caspian. After being beaten, he also recognized what the bloodline of Caspian was. "Ancestral Fiend bloodline! It's an Ancestral Fiend bloodline!" "Heavens, why are there still Ancestral Fiend bloodlines in this world? Didn't they disappear many years ago?" "No wonder I couldn't defeat him. How did I win the Ancestral Fiend bloodline... Eh? Wait!"

Blood dripped relentlessly from my hanged arms, pattering onto the grimy floor and echoing faintly in the silence between Sylvia's steps. Sylvia I shouted, come and finish this, leave my children alone. Her eyes looked unhinged. MOTHER, I emphasized the word, you know what I think? You’re the one cursed. Dad has no powers at all, and it’s always your side of the family where these things start. It’s your lineage, not his, that brought this down on us. The curse never belonged to the outsiders—it’s in your bloodline, passing from mother to daughter like a rotten inheritance. I said it laughing, wanting her to feel the sting.

Mother’s hands resumed their slow stirring as she spoke once more. “That is where Orrosta began. It demands blood for blood. A child for a child.” “The curse has followed the Bloodfang bloodline for centuries, growing more ruthless with every generation. Your ancestors lived long enough to build their legacies. You may not be afforded the same privilege, Alpha Dimitri.” My mouth went dry. Of everything Mother had revealed, I couldn’t stop thinking about the pregnant witch. She had begged for her unborn child, and no one had listened. Without meaning to, I found myself wondering what I would do if I were ever put in her position.

“Losing the Ashton family can cost us tens of billions, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” “I had high hopes for you, Luke. I thought you would be the next grand patriarch of this family. Luckily, you showed us you aren’t fit for that position before it was too late.” He paused a little as the crowd anticipates his next sentence. The hall was dead silent, with everyone focused. Connor continued, “As the grand patriarch of the Von Aleister family, I hereby declare this Union cursed.” Luke stood in utter disgrace as cold sweat drips from his beard, his face was darkened with sorrow and his heart was boiling with anger. He looked around for Kenny, but it seemed like Kenny had left

“Sorry…Sir. The test subject also refuses to let us take its blood. We know that when it gives its blood to someone or something the blood changes the composition of the body. It adapts to the new blood; becoming something more than it was orignally.” “You’ve killed all the other test subjects, right?” The man asks while still staring down and the helpless boy sitting in the back of the cage. “Yes sir, as you’ve requested.” The man then smiles evilly. “Sir we’ve also found out that if something is close to death but is given some of the subject’s blood then it comes back to life and adapts like the others.” “Hmm…interesting, Doctor. Good work. Good work indeed.” The man tells the doctor

A few days ago, Rufus had requested Davies to find out if they could locate the white wolf with the king's blood, whose blood was the only cure for the curse. "She's nowhere to be found!" Davies said to Rufus, who nodded once again. "It's high time we reach out to Lillian," Rufus stated. Lillian, a powerful witch, was close to both Rufus and Davies. *Oh, now you're ready to break the curse and find our mate. Don't forget the little bunny you're in a marriage contract with,* Eclipse, Rufus's inner voice, yelled at him. Rufus groaned loudly and quickly silenced Eclipse.

“The one tied to your bloodline.” Serena straightened slowly, uncertainty creeping into her eyes. “You mean the Cursed Blood prophecy?” Ardan nodded. “The Shadowborn.” Gasps rippled through the room. Caine’s expression darkened. “That’s a myth. A bedtime tale.” Ardan’s voice remained calm. “The Shadowborn were real. Their line was said to carry the power of death and rebirth—the gift of the goddess herself, split between two ancient bloodlines. The Alpha Kings were given strength, dominion, command. The Shadowborn were given... balance. Control over the in-between.”

Mason let out a short laugh, tilting his head as he looked Ethan up and down “Brave of you to come into my den limping.” “Why did you come?” she sobbed. "I could not leave you," Ethan said, trying to step toward her. "How touching," Mason said. "The same devotion that got you both killed last time." "Last time?" Lydia looked between them, confused. Mason's smile widened. "Oh, that is right. You don't remember. Neither of you do. That is the beauty of the curse—you get to live through the pain fresh every time." He gestured to one of the creatures, which dragged over a chair. Mason sat down, casual as if he were about to tell a bedtime story.

Lyra stayed with the babies. “The curse is reacting to new Virel blood,” the oldest Keeper said. “What does that mean?” Kael asked. “It means it’s fighting back. The renewal angered it.” “Can we stop it?” “We can slow it. With blood. With vows. With time.” Kael came home grim. Lyra saw it on his face the second he walked in. “What is it?” “Nothing. Just house stuff.” She didn’t believe him. But she didn’t push. Not with the babies finally asleep.