Novel & Cerita Kindred Curse Saga Book 4

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.”

For the first time in what felt like forever… Hope outweighed fear. Then Helen’s voice quietly broke through the celebration. “Wait.” The laughter slowly faded. She was still sitting at the table. The ancient book remained open in front of her. Her finger rested on another line farther down the page. “I found something else.” Every eye turned toward her. She swallowed before reading aloud. “With the conception of an heir, the curse must choose its path…” Helen looked up at me. “… to strengthen…” She hesitated. “… or to weaken.” Not a single sound echoed through the library. My hand instinctively moved over my stomach. Raiden’s fingers tightened around mine. Every joyful thought that had fill

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.”

she began, her voice like a blade unsheathed, "for my curse will bind you all, Princess Esme included. And let this serve as the sole clue for Grayson, who remains ensnared by ignorance. He must unearth his own truths, fulfilling my mother’s design for the curse—that is the only path. Imagine the chaos should one of you dare to divulge any shred of truth? My lips are sealed by my mother’s ancillary curse upon my knowing; her spell ensures my silence, for the alternative is a torment I refuse to endure. Should you attempt to convey even an inkling of the truth, your words will transmute to utter nonsense. Only when Grayson deciphers the foredoomed truths of his existence, those woven into his

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. ***

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

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

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.