Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novelas e Histórias

“You handed me this company. Don’t act shocked when I treat it like mine.” “I did that because I love you,” I said. My voice cracked. He didn’t blink. He just turned his back. Then came the final blow. “Elena’s back. She’s forgiven me.” Elena, my stepsister. The curse I could never shake. I should have seen it coming. I did. And it still wrecked me. He tossed another paper. Divorce. “No…we can fix this.” “Sign it. Won't be here when Elena moves in tonight.”

I whispered the words as I read, tracing the passage of witches long dead, their curses flung across centuries like poisoned seeds. None of it mentioned Edric’s curse…at least not directly. But they spoke of spiritual links, of burdens passed down not by blood, but by will. Of realms that existed in tandem with ours, barely a breath away. The more I read, the less the physical world felt concrete. My breath hitched as I turned another page. Then footsteps echoed down the hall. My heart slammed. I shoved the book under a loose pile of parchment just as Muzan stepped in. He looked at me, his eyes dark and unreadable. “You’re up late.”

“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.

The heavy weight of their eyes trailed after me as I moved towards the sanctuary of my father’s office. The familiar space was suffocating, the remnants of my past clinging like shadows. I braced myself against the mahogany table, the wood groaning under the pressure of my grip. My wolf, weakened and feeble, was buried under the weight of the curse, and as I pleaded for strength, the voices clawed, relentless and cruel, repeating their chilling refrain: *Touch them, end them, pass it on.* Each iteration fed the horrifying truth I tried so desperately to deny—that the curse sought to consume, to perpetuate its malevolence through me. But there was still resistance, a flicker of will that woul

Her wrinkled face held a look of peace, and her eyes, clouded with age, turned towards me as I entered. "Alpha Chase," she gasped, weak. "I have been expecting you." "I'm here ma'am. You called for me…” I said, kneeling beside her. "What do you know about my son and the curse that plagues me?" She raised a trembling hand, motioning for me to come closer. I leaned in, eager to hear her words. "The curse that binds you, Alpha, is powerful and ancient," she began. "It was cast by the old witch queen you killed. The only way to break it is by finding your mate and child and there's a way."

Church bells tolled in the background, and wails of grief rose up. Aiden presided over the ritualistic vampire burial, as Caleb personally shoveled the dirt. “…to resurrect another day,” Aiden finished chanting, “in God’s ultimate grace.” Caleb stood there, tears in his eyes, feeling surreal, out of touch with his body. Person after person walked up to him, to try to offer condolences. But there were none to be had.

After I have heard Kruz and Clara talking, I was paranoid of my own shadow. I looClked through the shelves and found a steel box with a lock on it. The key in my hand heloed me expose the books to my sight. These were some powerful spell books and also a very detailed exolanation of the causes, symptoms and results of those spells and curses. I looked for the particular one, the one she gave me when I was going to perfrom the ritual for the first time.

“You must be kidding me, right?!” Alpha Nicholas shouted at his twin brother before slamming the book at the top of the table making a supple sound against the shear wood. The young girl gave me the book, sneaking into the window and looking scared as hell. At first, I thought it’s something not until we discovered that it contains nothing inside, not even a single ink of pen. I looked at them, grimaced. “There’s no one who can remove the curse for us,” I said, having no hope for our situation. My heart longs to live a normal life without the fear of the consequences with being entangled in this weird situation.

Skye adds, "You can't take the curse away from him. It doesn't work that way. The curse- once passed cannot be returned to its sender." "You're saying I can't save JD?" I fall to the ground upon seeing Skye shakes her head to the side. I mutter, "I can't do anything." "There is... one thing but the consequences are... heavy." She tries to find the term to use but I said having no other option, "What is it, Skye?" "Do you remember the book we saw at the library?" I nod and Skye continues, "You said you saw the branches in the book cover move, right?"

When Alaric didn’t reply, Ruby continued, “You found a way to counter that Witch’s curse, right…” “Are you drunk?” Alaric asked sniffing. If she dared to drink in a home with a child, she would have to answer him. “Oh! I am so sorry sir… it is just that you and Sienna have come so closer…Ummm…. you even accepted Daniel as your son… so I thought you probably found a way to amend that curse… my bad…” Ruby said in a flustered voice. She got up to leave but Alaric motioned her to remain seated.