Cursed Founding Chapters Novels & Stories

I just wanted to kick myself. "Why? Because we are predators," she said casually. "Humans, in general, have this weakness when it comes to beauty. That's how vampires lure in their prey." I grimaced at this piece of information. Then when we walked past the large shelf of trophies and award honors, Octavia stopped and stared. I came to follow her eyes. She wasn't looking at those shiny medals or trophies but at the stone statues of the school founders. "There are five founding families," I said, giving Octavia one of the few school details I knew. "Cammie's family is one among them."

But I had won so many times that the game became a huge bore ti me. We three were at the back of the pack house, I was under the shade of a tree while the remaining two chose to let the sun torture them as they knocked each other down. They were the only friends who really understood me and never judged. We were the sons of the important people in the entire pack, I was the son of the Alpha, Jacob the son of the Beta and Daniel the son of the Gamma. Us three were not exactly what people would call best friends but at least we knew our places and never over stepped boundaries, we believed the tag or title best friend was way too over rated.

I read through it. Infernal bloodbath pack are the last survivor of a pack that was hunted into extinction. They hid under the protection of the vampire, who kept them safe. Each supernaturals under the wings of Vampires are the first of their kind and they all hid under the refuge of the coven. That explains why they went into war after we pulled our resources. That explains why every other supernatural attacked them. They all did it in fear of been caught by their pursuers. The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

This chapter is divided into 3 parts, the first containing the first 10 chapters of Born By Power : Chaos And Apocalypse and the second containing another 10 chapters of Chaos And Apocalypse sneak peaks. The third is based on The Up rise Of Hell This chapters as the name implies gives an insight on the chapters in Chaos And Apocalypse. As said above the first chapter will contain a few chapters, the second will contain a few more of Chaos And Apocalypse and the third will contain a sneak peak of the second Book of the Born By Power series which is The Uprise Of Hell

"What is her birth certificate going to do? What use is it for us?" As expected, Uziel didn't know the importance of a witch's birth certificate that was made with magic when they are born. I was even surprised that Conrad had found out about the importance of the birth certificate somehow. Since he was desperate to uncover all important secrets behind the curse he was put under, he was going at limits to find more about it. My body was trembling beyond my control because I denied to ever be enslaved to these werewolves. The sad part was that I didn’t know much about the link thing. It was something I wasn’t taught as most of the magic spells were in the books that had been stolen from us.

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

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

“The founding documents may not be the source. They may be a record of knowledge that came from somewhere else.” “From where?” I said. She looked at the horizon. At the grey November sky above the abandoned territory. “I do not know,” she said. “I do not know yet.” I stood on the thin ground and felt the compressed channel and the distant warmth of the web and thought about patience that was longer than four hundred years. About knowledge older than the wound. About something that had given the coalition’s founders the ability to damage the world and had perhaps been waiting since then for the wound to be healed so the process could begin again.