Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novels & Stories

“Mother, Dahlia and I… we’ve been trying. We’ve searched through every text we could get our hands on, every old ritual book, every collection of spells and incantations, but there’s nothing. Not one single mention of this curse. It’s like it doesn’t exist, like it was erased…or something worse.” She tilted her head, her calm smile never faltering as she looked at me the way only a mother could, eyes filled with patience I could never quite understand. “And that worries you?” she asked gently. “Killian, you have all the time in the world. There’s no need to rush yourself into desperation. Curses have a way of revealing their cracks eventually.” I let out a breath, shaking my head. “It isn’t

Maybe it's the strange symbols carved into the window frames, or the peculiar arrangement of the furniture that seems to form patterns on the floor. Or maybe it's the large, leather-bound book displayed on a wooden stand in the center of the desk, open to a page filled with handwritten text and diagrams of the night sky. I approach slowly, as if the book might snap shut on my fingers like a trap. The page shows a chart of celestial bodies, with a date circled in red ink: November 15, 2025. Less than a month from now. Next to the date, in my mother's precise handwriting: "Convergence. Blackwood returns. Find the girl."

I saw how they all looked each other as if I said something was strange. They shook their head in disapproval. Jeremy leaned back in his seats. "The curse was laid upon him by someone of the old religion. He needs someone in that bloodline to break it. That's where Freda comes in. Maybe he just want to keep her close so he can torture you. This much info, I'd what we have. That curse was on his for a reason. He also needs the book to complete the spell." I nodded. "It would be difficult to get the book since I don't know where it is. I just have to protect everyone somehow."

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

Gates flooded inside his mind and the doors that he currently went through are still not enough to see everything and the plan at the very end at hand, yet is bringing him the chill and excitement he surely is loving more than ever. ‘A verse yet to see, read it aloud, and there it comes to a death angel who will claim your soul.’ Taken by the words and the depiction that took him more than the wonder and the truth out of the facts of the other verses, that are the howling stance of the book they are all running in a circle from. He draws a Cheshire-like smile unto his face, as he flips the pages of the book once more. Arriving unto that certain place where the curse is looming from within.

According to the book, a direct descendant of the king, a bloodline for specific, would suffer the same curse the king had undergone. After flipping too many pages of the book, one page causes me to drop the book into the floor and my body to tremble. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It feels as if my voice has left me and no words are coming out of my mouth. It was a terrifying sight. A bloody and frightening fortune. An inevitable, cruel and horrifying end one could experience. Suddenly, tears keep on coming out from my eyes and I can’t stop it. “Just how cruel the God could be?” I muttered. “How can he let someone to lose their selves to their beast and have them eaten the love of their life?”

Octavia found my lips again and that lukewarm sleek tongue slipped in and took its place alongside mine. I wasn't sure if I could resist not to let her take me. The feeling of leaking sensation from my heated walls made my body scream ready. Her hips bumped into me as she got between my legs. The bookshelf shook a little with our synergized force when our bodies moved feverishly. Octavia's golden eyes blazed while she was tonguing inside my startled but over-joyful mouth. We moaned at the heat of our fierce embrace. Suddenly, my eyes caught a glimpse of a golden spine of an antique-looking book. It was placed behind the other books and at the far back of the shelf. I had a strange feeling tu

And gifting luna the death , with their ruthless and fierce behaviour . And the last three alpha killed themselves getting tortured by the own devil .The guilt killed them every passing second . Or can even said sacrificed the life but didn’t let the devil in them destroy the pack .And the cycle repeated with birth of every new alpha . Marcus , the fourth alpha cursed by moon goddess , is now living his own destruction every passing day . Till the age of 30 , he wasn’t able to find his mate. And now he is unable to calm 'Fire ' his wolf who is slowly turning the devil . The fire who every passing instance is asking for his mate and cursing him to be unable to find her , yet .

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.

I blinked, trying to dismiss them as hallucinations, but then another walked right past me, its presence cold enough to ache. I swept to the side just as one was about to pass through me. I kept my head lowered, sensing its curious, predatory gaze weighing on me, questioning if I could truly see it. I remained stiff, forcing a heavy, feigned yawn. The creature hesitated, then backed away, seemingly satisfied that I was oblivious. To exacerbate our nightmare, Kaida’s return to the land of the living had nullified the sacrifice of her death; the curse we thought broken had snapped back into place with a vengeance.