Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novelas e Histórias

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

I felt my mother fall, felt the earth soak up her blood. But she smiled. “You think this ends with me?” she whispered. Darkness surged from her body, laughing and twisting, shaping itself into something alive. “I curse your blood, ” she said, her voice breaking. “I curse your line. I curse your beloved bloodline to end no matter what. And I hope it is from my own bloodline. ” The curse laughed louder as it fully formed, eyes burning with promise. Kael’s father turned. A young boy stood behind him, wide-eyed but unflinching. Having the same silver eyes and looked like

But none of them are what I need. Exhaustion stretches its fingers through me. I rub my eyes, dragging my palms over my face. I haven’t slept since before the claiming, and even then, it was more surrender than rest. But I can’t stop. Not yet. Not until I find something that will help Khael. My hand grazes another book tucked behind the larger volumes. It’s thin. Bound in dark blue fabric. No title. I slide it free. The first page contains only a title: The Curse of Hucow Hollow.

I felt tethered, bound, challenged and more alive than I had ever been. Lyra nudged me from within, a whisper of fire in my mind. “This is only the beginning, little one. Our journey has just started. The Alpha’s curse is real, but it can be ours to master.” I inhaled sharply, feeling the weight and the fire of the bond. Benjamin Black was mine whether he wanted it or not. And I would make sure the bond forged in fire, desire, and defiance could never be broken.

QUINN Under that, folded in multiple layers of parchment, lay one of the books I’d come across when I started to suspect Theodore of betrayal. The one who talked of the curse in cryptic terms. The one I never did risk opening after that. I put it on the table, hands still. And I began to read. --- *The curse, in the original language, was neverending. It had no cure. But it was me who had ended it — unmade the bond that had been holding it up.

A vision surged: the nexus shattered, her companions dead, Jessica alone, her hollowness a throne for the child’s curse. The starfield dissolved, and a new star flickered, crimson and pulsing, its light a bloody promise. The child’s laugh echoed, its blade rising again, but a new shadow emerged from the void—not a weaver, but Kade’s brother, long thought dead, his eyes cold, his voice a chilling vow: “You broke him, Jessica. Now I’ll break you.” The abyss collapsed, the crimson star’s pulse a deafening roar, Jessica’s glow extinguished, her companions’ screams fading as Kade’s brother lunged, his blade aimed at her heart,the curse’s wrath swallowing all.

HIS CURSE; HER BLESSING (Isla’s POV) The chriping sound of the birds woke me up from my sleep. I barely slept after meeting with Sebastian. His words ringed in my mind, each laced with a warning I couldn’t ignore. I had known stepping into the Seedorf family wouldn’t be easy, but I hadn’t expected to be threatened within the first twenty-four hours. Still, I wasn’t going anywhere. I dressed quickly, choosing a simple outfit, and stepped out of my room.

I murmured closing my eyes trying to push out the memories from the previous night. "Are they that bad?" He asked with concern in his face. I turned to him, "You wouldn't pray to see that Cenat." My voice became low, "I fear the curse is eating me too deep, at this rate, it might be too late." Failure to birth an heir, the Lycanthropy will be doomed, your lineage destroyed and your names will be not be heard even in folktales as though you never existed. The witch's voice was still loud and clear in my ears, her curse still stands. I could feel it in my veins as my blood flows through, I could hear it in my dreams, tomenting and mocking me.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~