Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novels & Stories

he began. Let's take a flashback to the past, shall we? So we are nearing the end of this novel😁😁😁😁😁😁. Few episodes and it was all over. Watch out for my new story. A royal curse - Book 4 of the past series

Our destiny is peace, but it takes death to get there. *****This is the 4th and final book in the series and all update information is available in our group on F B GoodNovel - Marie Night- Readers https://m.goodnovel.com/book_info/31000211002/Werewolf/Alpha-Heirs?shareuser=22318084&ch=apps

The study was big and spacious with a couch on each side of the room, and in the middle of the room were Kai’s desk and chair, beside his chair, and at the side of the office were shelves filled with books. I walked to the shelf behind his chair, since I was going to wait for him, I might as well keep myself busy by reading a book. I was looking through the books on the shelves when a book caught my attention from the corner of my eye. Sitting at the table was a really old looking book. I picked it up and read the title. “Curses” I read out loud, wondering what a book for witches was doing in Kai’s room. I opened the book to where it was bookmarked and saw a familiar curse. It was the matele

She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter. I don't blame her... "Do you have anything?" I ask, staring down at the book she also gave me to read. The words, strung together like some other language, swim in front of me. This is impossible to decipher. She lets out a frustrated growl. "Nothing reliable." Every now and again her gaze flickers up warily to Sire. He paces incessantly behind me, which seems to be unnerving my friend. "We are running out of time," I exclaim. Day by day people are dying, and the guilt from knowing I unleashed this curse weighs heavily on my shoulders.

An old, leather-bound journal with pages so delicate, I feared turning them. My ancestor’s original writings on the curse. After he’d ticked off a witch and doomed us all. The only thing he hadn’t written down was how to break it. But I didn’t need that information. No, I needed to know something else. Tucking the book under my arm, I turn to leave. The floorboards creak beneath my shoes as I head toward the door. Hopefully, this would be the last time I ever needed to return. I make my way down that stairs and out onto the porch, closing the front door firmly behind me.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

“Ben she’s doing this to herself. She won’t let herself feel the pain. She has blocked out every single memory of you, Eliza, Shaw, living in Louisiana, everything. She showed up on my doorstep fifty years to the date she died, looking just as she did the last I saw her. It was like nothing even happened. She didn’t care that we had electricity in the house or cars on the streets and a telephone in the kitchen. She can’t see the mark on her neck or the brand on her finger. But you know what she can’t deny?” Thorin looked Ben in the eye. “She can’t deny you. The minute she saw you, that spark reignited. There’s hope for her still.” Ben pushed himself up and paced in front of the window. He wi

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

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.

“And craving death... that’s the darkest curse an immortal can inflict upon themselves. An endless curse.” I swallowed hard, my throat tight as the tension thickened. My heart seemed to slow, weighed down by the oppressive silence and the unease that hung heavy around the table. “But...” I mumbled, my eyes scanning the pages of my mother’s books in my mind. “There’s a cure for this disease, right? Forced activation—” I had barely finished speaking when everyone turned to me, their eyes wide with a terror that pierced straight into my soul. The air grew dense with their heavy auras, and the discomfort creeping on their faces twisted into something far more horrifying.