Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novels & Stories

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

The curse of the iron rose is about this small land which once was rule by both darkness and light but for a unknown reason, the darkness starting the war that is still being fight to this day. When all light are gone along with the the land history, magic and the believe in the creators, marker, zodiac sister. The darkness replaces it with their own and brain wash everyone in Everwood. When the light start to some back into the land, the zodiac sister is ready for a round, but this time, their more powerful. Will the light won this time and end the darkness era of power after many years? Read the keeper journal to find out.

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.

Gone. She stared at her hand. Another sign. The curse was growing stronger. ⸻ “You’ve started affecting living things.” Aurora’s voice came from behind. ⸻ Seraphina turned. The Black Widow looked weaker than before. Her transparent figure flickered beneath the moonlight. ⸻ “Is it getting worse?” Seraphina whispered. ⸻ Aurora nodded sadly. “The Fourth Kiss is close.” ⸻ “I won’t let it happen.” ⸻

He turned and left with the servant, their footsteps fading until only silence remained. *Even if it wasn’t her order, you wouldn’t help me,* I thought bitterly. Why was I even begging? Maybe it was better this way. Maybe death would finally let me see my mother again. Tessa. A place without this endless cruelty. I was so tired. I stood there, shaking, as total darkness swallowed me. My heart thundered so loudly I was sure it would wake the dead. Then—chains. The slow, deliberate rattle of heavy chains scraping against stone.

“You do not. You become it. Let it consume you. Let it reshape you. And when you emerge on the other side, you will be something even the Council fears.” “And if I do not emerge?” “Then Kade gets to watch his mate become the monster that killed his pack. Poetic, really.” She disappeared into the hut. “Now leave. I have preparations to make. Tomorrow will be memorable.” The door slammed shut. Kade grabbed my hand. “We need to go. Now.” But when his skin touched mine, the curse surged. I yanked my hand away before I could hurt him. “Do not touch me,” I said. “Not until I have control.”

“All that death, running, and chasing going on Ghost Forest would be meaningless if the curse could be simply killed. Think about it. If that man really found the way to end it…why did he die eating the pages he wrote so proudly? Jude froze, the question cutting through his thoughts. “Why did he die?” “Out of guilt and failure," Hugo murmured, “Because someone tried to kill the curse with the knowledge of this book,” Hugo said darkly, standing up and tossing the book into the trash bin. “Only when they attempted it, they didn’t see their curse appear before them, they saw their entire bloodline.” Jude’s eyes widened in horror. “What?”