Knight Of The Red Curse Chapter 3 Novels & Stories

The red blood moon hung high above, beaming down with an almost menacing light. My stomach knotted. “The curse… it’s getting stronger.” Damion wrapped his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder. “We’ll figure it out.” His voice was calm, steady, but I felt the tension in his body. He turned me to face him, his expression unreadable. “The riddle, Aurora. Say it again.” I recited it softly, the words etched into my memory. “Bind what’s given freely; return what’s taken twice.

“Just watch me.” Without a moment’s hesitation, I sliced my palm and pressed it against hers, our blood mingling — red, hot, and ancient amidst the storm’s fury. Magic flared to life instantly, blue flames flickering through the air, wrapping around us like threads of light. Her scream pierced the chamber, raw and excruciating, as Kaidën’s body convulsed violently on the bed. The curse lashed back, tendrils of black smoke clawing at the air. I held her tighter, refusing to let go even as the fire scorched my skin and the darkness clawed at my vision.

End him. I lunged. My claws sank against his chestplate, raking sparks that lit up the darkness like falling stars. The enchanted armor held barely but I could feel the metal giving way under my supernatural strength. Another inch, and his heart would have been mine. The curse sang with anticipation, already tasting victory, already savoring the moment when my children's rebellion would be drowned in their own blood.

wasn't a secret; it was a curse. The red oil surged upward like a wave, swallowing the undead King. The monster screamed, a sound that tore through the air and shattered the windows of the palace. The silk robes burned away. The bones began to melt. "The curse!" Thomas cried, backing away in horror. "The author... he waited fifty years for this!" In the chaos, Korth found his strength. He didn't turn into a dragon. He simply moved with the speed of a predator. He grabbed the silver dagger from Thomas's hand and drove it into the stone floor, breaking the ritual circle.

Torches flickered weakly as I descended deeper, my steps echoing unnaturally. And then I saw the vial. Suspended in midair, glowing dark crimson, pulsing like a living heart. My hands shook as I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the glass the world shattered. Visions exploded behind my eyes. A blood-red moon eclipsed the sky. Wolves chained to stone altars screamed as magic carved itself into their bones. They watched helplessly as their mates and children were slaughtered before them, the curse sealing with every death. I saw Liam standing beneath the eclipsed moon, a crown of crescent silver placed upon his head as the world bowed.

It had taken me hours to decipher even a few pages, my fingers trembling with each turn as if the ink itself was judging me. But I had finally found something. A way to undo it. The curse. A reverse ritual. A way to sever the Bride’s Bond and escape this nightmare. My blood, willingly given. My body, willingly seated. In the Bride’s Throne. Before midnight of the third night. And tonight… was the third night. I pressed my hand against the page, rereading the phrase over and over: “She who breaks the vow must bleed her truth where the first bride wept.” A chill slithered down my back.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

From somewhere across the manor, Adrian’s voice echoed faintly in her mind, as if spoken in his sleep: “Don’t leave.” Mira sank to her knees, clutching the frost lilies. “Oh no,” she whispered. “I think I’m falling for him.” --- End of Chapter 3 Next: Chapter 4 – “The Curse Reveals Its Teeth” Where Mira learns the true nature of the curse—its link to Adrian’s tragic past—and an accidental confession during a storm changes everything. ---

"Of course not! All my affirmations speak of destroying my enemies, so..." "So what? You know that we don't take revenge. The spirits do our bidding." "I didn't realize that." "Ajay, I've been a witch for thirteen years, so I know that book like the back of my hand. The chapter you're reading is called Reversing Curses. Your enemies aren't cursed..." "You don't know my enemies! I'm sure more than one Knight is cursed!" "Who is Knight?" Instantly, I look at Chiara and stutter, "N-No one. My enemy."

Someone I am honor-bound to protect. I kindle my inner fire, a green glowing ball of light appearing in my hand. With careful precision, I just manage to clear the heads of the knights, creating a magical wall of flame at the doorway. As the flame settles, it begins to grow hotter, pressing into the backs of the horsemen, and driving them slowly forward. “Arthur, can you see it?” I shout at him as he moves closer to the knights. “Can you see the curse?”