Cursed Bloodlines Novels & Stories

His voice was laced with concern but I was already on the edge The mere mention, or the thought of finding a mate always struck a nerve, reminding me of this curse that haunted me. I already lost one mate because of it, her death was a stain on my soul I could never wash away. The thought of finding another mate was repulsing but my bloodline was at stake and my mother's constant bickering over finding a mate only made matters worse. I never asked to be an unfortunate heir from a cursed lineage. “Let's just focus on the meeting”, I snapped, redressing my well-tailored tuxedo before dragging in a long puff of my Cuban cigar. “How long before we get to Red Keep?”. I glanced at Ryan, my chauffe

I called. “My princess, you missed our class today,” she replied with surprise. I might skip a few classes these days, but I would still study. “Camilla, I am confused about a chapter of the book you gave me. What do we need to break a curse even if we don’t know how it was cast?” I asked, trying not to sound too interested. “Well, it’s a little tricky, but you will need the blood of both bloodlines: the blood of the cursed one and those who cast it. Do you have anyone particular in mind, princess?” she asked with interest.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

‘The bloodline curse,’ I whisper in wonder. The blight of my otherwise perfect unlife, yet, if I’m to understand Canus correctly, an unavoidable side effect of its very perfection. Other vampiric bloodlines aren’t as strong as the royal line, but they also don’t suffer our curse. And it’s all because they’ve been using dhampirs to strengthen the bloodline. Canus is both the progeny of the Prince of London and his biological son! It’s all starting to come together.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“It’s not simple, Alpha. It’s tied to the original binding. The curse was laid by intertwining two powerful, cursed bloodlines under dark magic. To break it… you must unbind them. Or, rather, re-bind them in a different way.” “Re-bind? What are you talking about?” Kieran swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the scrolls. “The texts are symbolic, difficult to interpret fully, but the core seems clear. The curse can only be undone by binding the two cursed bloodlines that were used to create it, but through a force stronger than the dark magic that bound them initially.” Damien’s mind raced. Two bloodlines? He knew Sofia’s, the B

But now, in this quiet room surrounded by forgotten truths, she couldn’t keep pretending. The dreams were becoming real. And so were the warnings in them. She pulled the book from the shelf and opened it carefully. The pages were delicate, handwritten in thick, swirling script. > “The Noctem line was cursed by the Ancients for defying the pact of blood. Their heir will either destroy them or save the last of their kind. But only if the bond is complete.” Bond. That word again. She didn’t know what it meant—but somehow, it was tied to her. She could feel it in her skin, in her thoughts, in the way her pulse reacted whenever she thought of Lucien.

The Ziion Crown was also cursed so only someone of the blood could wear it. If the King or Queen went against the Oath their blood will become cursed and they will die. The Ziion people all had birth marks back then, but as planets started uniting a lot of blood lines became tainted. There are only a few Pure blood lines left. Ours is one of them. See how big our birthmarks are, that means we are more pure.” “Are you ever worried you will go against the Blood Oath and die?” “No our blood is pretty much pure, it’s not of our nature”

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

Octavia murmured to herself but still loud enough for my ears. "What? What did you suspect?" I quickly demanded. I wanted to know what she was thinking. "Ordinary true-blood vampires are strong because they are born that way, but the royal ones are far beyond the estimated strength. Though, there are just a few of the royal families left in the ancient world. Their bloodlines are believed to be inherited from the original creator of the vampire race. That explains why you were awakened earlier, why you have characteristics of a real vampire even though you're just half-blood. Now everything falls into place."