Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novelas e Histórias

Davil grows into a giant and a tear drops. "Losing her child and womb is nothing compared to what I plan to take from her. I will take and take until she is isolation and I will have the last attack. I will break her until there is nothing left to break. An eye for the whole body part, "he grin, and I walk backwards. Davil continues, "She doesn't deserve to be happy. A curse deserves to be treated as one"

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

His eyes flicked to Selena, specifically to the faint glowing yellow sigil blooming on her chest. Not visible to mortals, of course. Only to divine eyes. “She really is the successor,” he mused, grinning with just enough mischief to hint he knew way too much. Selena, still unaware she was being observed like the subject of a celestial scavenger hunt, finally succeeded in brewing what looked like suspiciously oily coffee. She took one sip and gagged. “This tastes like betrayal,” she muttered. Yin watched her with faint amusement, already reaching for his phone. “Gotta tell the wind god. The land god messed up big time.”

nails digging into my palms hard enough to draw blood. I hate how he speaks in cryptic riddles when I need concrete answers. I hate how he clearly knows far more than he's willing to say, doling out information like precious coins. I hate that I don't have time for this philosophical debate. Because my children are actively slipping away while we sit here talking, and I can feel it happening in real-time. After the council disperses without providing any real solutions, I descend alone into the under-library again. "When the mother opens the veil between worlds to save the child, she unwittingly becomes the bridge for the curse to cross over." I slam the final ancient book. Is this what's h

It caused me to be even more worried than I used to be. El had shared stories about her family, the challenges they had faced at such a young age, even though I'd already seen it all, she took it upon herself to tell me everything that she'd felt. The weight of her responsibilities and all. The anguish and worry that laid upon her chest like a heavy rock. Even with all of that, and her unwavering hope to see her siblings again someday remained. She believed, with all her heart, that they were still alive. But then, she mentioned a mystical book, bringing it to my attention. And that caused me to realize that it had been a while since I actually opened up that book. Could it be that by openin

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

She died on the spot. In this life, Sally decided to switch paths early and made preparations ahead of time. So she wasn't as vicious toward me as she had been before. Even then, she still failed. Because she never expected me to uncover the truth. Sally refused to accept it. "So what if you figured it out? No one can break the curse. The only person who knew how is dead. Kyla, you're still going to die by my hand in this life." I didn't say a word. I just lifted my hand and showed her my palm.

Gina’s POV The curse was never meant to kill men. It was meant to hide me. The words echoed inside my skull long after the woman stopped speaking. Nothing around me felt real anymore. Not the destroyed council hall. Not the terrified villagers. Not the creatures kneeling across the floor. Not even Gabriel’s hand gripping mine tightly like he was afraid I would disappear. Everything inside me had gone cold. “What does that mean?” Gabriel asked sharply. The silver-haired woman finally looked at him again.

Zayden roared, his eyes flashing a brilliant, blinding gold. Kaelira felt the air in the room begin to swirl, a psychic pressure that made her head ache. She looked between Zayden’s agonized face and Ronan’s predatory grin. She didn't understand the 'curse,' but she understood one thing perfectly: she was the spark that was about to set this entire world on fire.

"She has returned. And when the realms collide again, her blood will either save the worlds… or destroy them." She. Not he. A girl. Alive. Carrying the curse—and the cure. I felt something tighten in my chest. A wolf somewhere in my blood woke up. Growling. Recognizing something I couldn't name. The page flickered. The book closed itself. A soft breeze moved through the room, although no windows were open. Micha whispered, "Levi… what if this is real? What if this war is coming back?" I couldn't answer her. Because deep down, I already knew the truth.