Davy Jones Before Curse Novels & Stories

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Stavros’s POV My heart bled, yet my eyes were dry as I gazed back at my reflection in the mirror. I had to rush into the washroom to save myself from transforming completely into a Grypwolf in front of Hazel. I knew why the pendant didn’t work this time. Hazel’s readiness, coupled with my aroused state, was enough to warn Dyson of what was to follow. He was ready to resurface and make an appearance as per the curse. Only I held myself back in time.

I finally forced out, my voice trembling. No one answered immediately. They just exchanged those loaded, silent glances again, as if deciding who would throw the first stone. And then Damon said it. "You’re the curse," he said, looking straight at me, something swirling in his eyes. "And if we aren't careful enough, you're also going to be the reason for our downfall and death. The one person capable of breaking the oath bond we made many years back to always stick together." I couldn't breathe. I peeled off Jace's grip around my waist, walking far away from him—from them—because I did not understand a thing he said.

He was on the verge of crying but he dared not let them see his tears of pain. “Let us pray, maybe the gods...” said Dawar on the corner as Cronos blurted out, “To which gods?” They glared at him. He certainly did not know if they meant to appease the gods who had struck their beloved land, the ancient vampire, or their own god to undo the curse. He wasn’t sure which was powerful after all, ever since the procession of the knights with the coffin all over the village, many circumstances were unexplainable that occurred to them. First the death of their livestock; blood all drained and later, many villagers were missing, and now the plague.

But I'm tired of lying. "Don't know." Admitted. "Can suppress it. Push it back. But I can't cure it. Not without knowing exactly what kind of curse it is and who cast it." Darion closed eyes. "Julian." "What?" "Has to be Julian." Said. "He's the only one who makes sense. Appeared right after ambush. Started hunting me. This curse..." Touched chest. "Showed up around the same time." "Why would ancient vampires curse you?" I asked.

' Davidson froze, his own pain momentarily forgotten in this discovery of Joe's root wound. For a decade, I believed him," Joe continued, his tone level, without self-pity. It just was a fact. "I believed my blood to be cursed. That it carried a defect. I built Brison not to appease him, but to negate his curse. To show that the thing he claimed was defective could build something he could have never conceived.". He moved his head then, his eyes fixing Davidson's. They were not warm with comfort. They were cold with a fire-tempered truth.

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

"It's not something I really want to think about." Christopher turned the box over in his hand. "Well, it's something you should," he stated. "I'm not sure how much Sawyer has told you, but as a part of the curse, it's said that if he can't find his mate and the bond fails, Sawyer and the girl who is with him on that night will burn to death under the red moon."

"But anyway. You're all going to learn a valuable lesson right now. If you run, you die. There will be no mercy, and you won't be able to hide from us." John went over to Yasmin, taking the new beta's place behind Yasmin, paying no attention to her pleading or choked cries. He gripped her chin, looked me in the eye, and snapped her neck. The others gasped, shrinking away from the sight. I couldn't move beyond trembling uncontrollably. He'd killed her. "She was pregnant," John said, dropping her body to the ground and dusting his hands off. "So don't think that will stop us from killing you. Now get back to bed."