Kindred Curse Saga Book 4 Novels & Stories

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 .

"Luxuria, if you ever need someone to talk to or just... a friend, I'm here. Don’t hesitate to reach out." I managed a nod, though my thoughts were still tangled in the pages of the book. "Thank you, Zendaya." She smiled warmly and stepped out, closing the door behind her with a soft click. The silence that followed was almost a relief. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. Turning back to the table, I pulled out the book and hastily opened the pages. "Should the symptoms persist, it is said that the curse might—" I eagerly flipped to the next page and, to my greatest dismay... It was gone.

I can’t do that. As I read, I search for alternative ways to break the curse and rid the magic of its toxic effects. Leaning in closer, I notice a small asterisk leading me to a footnote at the bottom of the page. Relief floods through me as I absorb the words. This could be the solution we’ve been seeking. It may even surpass the effectiveness of all those sacrifices and gruesome rituals. “Have you found something, girl?” Hilda interrupts, yanking me out of my book-induced trance. A smile graces my face as I respond, “Please don’t smudge your face on my books.” Hilda seems exceptionally grumpy today, but I choose to overlook her attitude – it’s just how she is. Instead, I hand her the book

"The real reason for your curse." I snatched the book from his hands, ignoring the flare of pain in my side. The pages were yellowed, filled with my father's bold handwriting. "Read page forty-three," Alaric said. I flipped to it quickly, my eyes finding the dateexactly one month before my curse started. Before my first blood rage.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

No, I needed to harness its power, to wield it as a tool in my relentless pursuit of freedom. My mind buzzed with a flurry of questions, each one carrying the weight of my secret. I couldn't afford to let slip the truth of my personal connection to the curse, as it could unravel our entire endeavour. The stakes were high, and I had to navigate this delicate inquiry with utmost caution. "This curse," I began, my voice a low murmur, "it seems to hold immense power. Does the book provide any insight into its nature? Is there any mention of a way to break free from its grip?"

Magdalene continued, "It seems the book has found its way to you for a reason. It's a catalyst for change, a test of your resilience, and a guide through the unknown. Your dreams and the strange occurrences are reflections of the energies the book harbors." As the conversation unfolded, the couple learned that the Book of Curse was a mirror of intentions—a mysterious force that responded to the energy of those who possessed it. Magdalene advised them to approach the book with mindfulness, to use its influence for positive endeavors, and to be vigilant against the shadows that might attempt to corrupt its essence. Armed with newfound wisdom, Drew and Jette left Magdalene's abode with a sense

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.