Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novels & Stories

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.

“If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have died. The curse does not negotiate. It does not make exceptions for pretty faces or soft words. You should not exist.” Elysia’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. “I didn’t mean any harm! He permitted me! He gave me the book himself. Please, I am not a spy, I am not a thief!” The Queen began to pace, her footsteps rhythmic and haunting. Her voice rose, but it wasn't the shrill pitch of anger; it was the frantic edge of a woman seeing the foundations of her world crumble. “No one survives that library unscathed. No one survives my son’s presence when the moon is high and t

My senses exploded. I could hear the wings of moths. Smell the dew clinging to the grass. I could feel the heartbeats of those walking nearby in the pack square. Everything was… alive. More alive than I’d ever known it could be. I rose to my knees, shaky and gasping. My hands were still human, but filled with something deeper now. Something wild. Zorry hummed beneath my skin, a protective presence. Her thoughts tangled with mine, her instincts sharpening mine, "The curse they feared… it was never a curse. It was me. Hiding. Waiting. Watching."

The cursed chains that wrapped around my soul, squeezing the life out of me every passing day. They were tightening again. I clutched my chest, gasping, my fingers trembling. It felt like molten iron burning through my bones. “I have to… get them off. Now.” Gritting my teeth, I dragged myself out of the bath. Water dripped from my robes as I staggered to my chambers and threw on my usual black clothing. My body screamed in agony, but I didn’t stop. I made my way to the ancient library, my breath labored, my steps unsteady. My fingers scanned the spines of old, leather-bound books until I found it…the book of curses, bound with a strange red thread.

He hadn’t thought about it since the curse. And now his bond, it picked her? No. The gods wouldn’t be that cruel. Or maybe they would. After all, wasn’t that what the prophecy promised him? When the cursed Alpha finds his equal, blood will bind them—and break them. He clenched his fists. The ache in his jaw told him he was gritting his teeth, but he didn’t stop. Lyra had looked at him like she wasn’t afraid. Like she was waiting for him to make the first move so she could end him.

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

"I'll hold the front lines and burn the dead so they can't ever rise again. Go, save as many as you can. The undead are everywhere the curse has touched." I glanced up at the sky, the fog growing darker, thicker, like it was swallowing the world. The curse had spread far, far beyond what I could've imagined. But I wouldn't let it win. Not again. I met Kiera's gaze one last time. "Go. Now." She hesitated for a moment. Then, with a sharp nod, she turned and disappeared into the mist, her strength renewed by purpose, even if her body was failing. And I stood there, sword in hand, ready to face the next wave. The undead stirred, shadows shifting, the air thick with the scent of death.

“Do you remember waking up after you’d been bitten by an infected wolf? Again, not once, but two times. And the second time, your infection was worse, and you had broken bones, but you were up the next day like you’d just had a scratch.” He remained quiet. He would be forever grateful that Layla had been able to help Diedre, but he would never do what he knew Diedre was going to ask for. “I told you she’s the key.” “There is no key, Dee.” “She’s the only one who can break the curse. You need to mark her.” He sighed and brought Diedre’s hand to his lips to kiss it. “I was so worried, Dee. I need you to stay alive to help Dylan and Layla with Hope,” he said.

If only her mother’s books were left intact then she wouldn’t have to work from the scratch, because the counter curse of soul separation curse wasn’t as easy to find as the other counter curses were. With her fingers carefully skimming through the hardcover of the books, Levy read the title of the books printed on the spine. Fire infused scroll of death, Heirloom of the cunning mage Gilford, Annihilation of souls, books on torment and Fangs of eternal bloodlust—— On and on the books went and Levy chose the one that had the title closest to what she was looking for —— Annihilation of the souls, this book seemed like what she was looking for. So, she stretched her hand and picked the books fr