Siren: Blood Curse Novels & Stories

“You need to rest, sweetheart. You lost a lot of blood.” I nodded faintly. “And I need to tell you something… something about the boys. About Cassian….about all of them Raven” I stiffened and nodded at her. “They’re cursed,” she said quietly. “It’s called the Blood Vane Curse. It’s been with them since their mother died. Every Blood Moon, they suffer. Their bodies burn and their thirst becomes unbearable. It’s like a death sentence every month and this is the Hundredth year they would face that and rumours have it that they might not survive it.”

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

I rasped in shock. "Sit down and listen to me Ditya... Sarafina's mother was my friend but I wronged her in the most brutal way possible that she was so enraged and cursed my son to an heart of ice... We had to part ways and she had to leave her family in Zedora making them think she was dead" "After years of searching we finally found the cure to his curse, A Sheba" "A Sheba? In this century?" I scoffed. "Finding a ice panda in the middle of summer would have been easier"

My mark pulsed under my skin in violent agreement. The seer’s head snapped up. “That’s where it started,” she said. “Before Aria. Before Damon. Before this generation. The old queen’s curse. The first burning. The initial bargains between hybrid blood and witch circles.” “Bloodthorn still feeds the curse,” Alden read again from the anonymous note. “But it was born here.” “In those hills,” Rian said quietly. “In those shrines.” “Then that,” I said, pressing my hand more firmly to the marked region, “is where we finish it.”

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

I protectively stood firmly on my ground as the blood thorns swirled around me. “W-what are y-you?” Sonny coughed in a weak voice as he wondered. “The ruthless blood she-wolf of the Blood Moon pack.” I coldly answered, and he laughed like a lunatic. “I know, and you’re dead meat.” Sonny sinisterly smirked, and despite the blood thorns around his body, he attacked me, but instead of receiving his hit, my wife did. “ROXANNE!” “Deathly Blood Curse.” Roxanne sternly whispered as she touched Sonny’s chest, making the blood thorns around him begin binding him over and over again. “Uncle.”