Cursed Bloodlines Novels & Stories

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

“Your grandmother was cursed by Sabrina, a witch who wanted your grandfather. She cursed her with barrenness. Desperate, your grandmother sought the witches for help. Sabrina was among them. She laced the spell with something darker. I was born cursed, unable to love. Seeing women as tools. And every full moon, a beast consumed me. Your mother broke it. Her love freed me.” His voice shifted. “But the curse was passed to my first son.” Me. “A prophecy said you would kill Sabrina. When you confronted her, she cursed you again that you would never feel the bond of a mate. Never be redeemed.” The room felt smaller. “What else?” I asked. “The only way to break both curses permanently is through S

Secrets of the Blood Serena knelt in the mud and lit the sacred fire in the middle of the circle. She kept her hands still. She didn't look up and said, "Your bloodline is older than this pack and older than the council itself." "Having mixed blood isn't a curse." "It's a weapon." Lucian clenched his teeth. "Weapons kill." Damien knows this, so he will try to make it look different. I joined the group and said, "He already is."

I felt my mother fall, felt the earth soak up her blood. But she smiled. “You think this ends with me?” she whispered. Darkness surged from her body, laughing and twisting, shaping itself into something alive. “I curse your blood, ” she said, her voice breaking. “I curse your line. I curse your beloved bloodline to end no matter what. And I hope it is from my own bloodline. ” The curse laughed louder as it fully formed, eyes burning with promise. Kael’s father turned. A young boy stood behind him, wide-eyed but unflinching. Having the same silver eyes and looked like

He knew I wouldn’t have locked myself away for nothing. I leaned back, pressing my fingers against my temple before finally speaking. "The curse started with a werewolf woman from the Blackwood pack was taken by a Lycan centuries ago. He kept her against her will. She suffered, bore his child, and before she died, she cursed her bloodline. That blood runs through me." Shahar absorbed my words. "That’s… bad," he said slowly. “To think we always thought killing them would give us redemption.” I let out a dry laugh. "Indeed."

“You think she believes it? “She doesn’t need to believe it,” I reply. “She just needs us to.” Mateo walks in then, holding a tablet. “I found something. The inscription—‘When blood betrays blood’—it’s not new. It’s from the Codex Sangue. A prophecy written by the Vatican centuries ago. It warns of a bloodline cursed by its own union.” I meet his eyes. “Whose bloodline?” He hesitates. “The Moretti lineage.”

Edmund sat down opposite me, while Ashton remained standing. “There are four royal lines spread throughout Europe. The oldest family is yours. The second family is the Archambeau line, the third family is the Conrad line, and the fourth family is the Anselm line. The St. Claire line ruled in Scotland, and the Archambeau line still rules in France. The Conrad line rules in Germany, and the Anselm line rules in Denmark,” Edmund said. “My insanity comment hasn’t changed,” I said. Edmund regarded me carefully. Royal families? This man was delusional, and he was really convinced that I was this prince he was looking for. I could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all.

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

They shall know love the way a moth knows fire, completely and briefly and without survival. They shall birth daughters only, so that the line continues and the punishment does not end with one. They shall die in misery as Elena's lover died in misery. This I speak into the bone of the world. This I fix into the blood of her daughters. Blood for blood, Elena. I begin with yours. * I sat with those words until they stopped feeling like words and started feeling like something else. Something with weight, something that had been sitting in my blood my entire life without my knowledge. My bloodline was cursed.

'A curse? 'Yes.' 'What kind?' 'Our numbers are declining.' He turns toward me. 'Vampires can no longer reproduce the way they once did. Some bloodlines have already disappeared completely.' I remain silent. 'There are stories of a bloodline capable of breaking the curse. A type of unique blood’. He finishes. My heart begins pounding. 'Mine.' I whisper. Understanding. Steven doesn't answer directly. He doesn't have to. 'That's why they want my blood.'