Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novels & Stories

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.

ALPHA HUGO’S OFFICE Alpha Jude burst into Alpha Hugo’s office, clutching an old, worn book to his chest. His face was stern, eyes frantic. “Alpha Hugo! I found this book!” he gasped, rushing to the desk and slamming it down. “Look, it says the curse can be killed!” “Really?” Alpha Hugo’s reply was calm, almost disinterested, too slow, too measured for the panic that had caused the Alpha instructors. Everyone was going mad and the Academy was in chaos.

“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.”

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.

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.

The pages trembled under his fingers. “Do you know what you are?” he asked, his voice low, trembling. “Yes.” I met his gaze. “A curse.” He shook his head slowly. “No. You’re what comes after the curse. Hauntingly beautiful, captivatingly mesmerizing, and worth pure and utter devotion.” He stood, closing the book, and walked toward me. Each step echoed, slow and deliberate, like the rhythm of a funeral drum. “You terrify me,” he said. “And still, I—” His breath hitched. “I can’t stay away. You’re in my blood now. In my thoughts. You’ve taken everything.”