The Curse Of Saints Novels & Stories

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

I clutched the armrests of the chair I was seated in, willing myself to breathe evenly, to not show the tremble starting in my fingers. Saints die, don’t they? I looked into the mirror again, staring into my own hollow gaze. Yes, tonight was the end. My body could already feel the backlash boiling underneath the surface. The way my limbs ached, the way my lungs struggled to expand. The curse was activating, stronger now that the time was drawing near. My powers had been tampered with, corrupted, suppressed by Leon’s dark rituals. But when that suppression lifted, when he took what he thought was his prize, it would tear everything apart.

"Temporarily." The next morning was worse. Much worse. Nobody knew how much strength it took not to lose himself. Nero hadn't slept. Not really. The curse had spent hours clawing through his body. Searching. Hungry. Trying to reach Remi. Trying to find her. The collar felt heavier this morning. His bones felt full of sand. Everything hurt. Drift didn't care. "Move." Nero opened one eye. "Welcome to the Rabid Saints," Drift said. "Temporarily."

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

"Sorry but Master Ned's Parents have strictly instructed us not to allow anybody by that name in." "Please allow me to meet him once or give me his contact number."The gate was slammed against her as if forever.. Nancy hardly realised that she had been standing in front of the mirror undressing herself .Her hands automatically went towards the balls of flesh hanging below the collar bones .She felt that somebody had placed a one tonne weight on both of them.She wondered how it feels like to be smothered and caressed by male hands.She pulled them by their tips to relieve them from some burden.She was pressing them really hard .She never knew that one day her hormones would play this dirty ga

Faith said in the last part, her gaze and her mind both far away stuck in jade green eyes and amber scent which had overwhelmed her senses. “I am talking about bad boys, not streets and there are no streets here,” Victoria shook her head cluelessly. “It’s a metaphor, Vic and they are not bad boys they are dangerous men which by the way are sexy. Are we going to dance or what?” Chloe said signing bored. Laughing, Victoria and Faith down their drinks in one go and join the dancing crowd by the bonfire. The bearing rock turns into sensual Arabic music and after a few drinks Faith drunkenly with wobbly knees goes back to the drink counter, he narrowed her eyes at the lines of the wine bottle, ex

"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."

“Let go. I don’t want to hear anything else from you. I don’t want to hear another word from your filthy mouth.” He snatched the door from his grasp and slammed it shut. He cranked the engine. Ciaran backed away. Eliseo rolled down the window and glared at him. “If I sacrifice everything like you did, can I beat the curse too?” “Your sacrifices have to be meaningful. If you’re just doing it to break the curse, it won’t work. I tried to do that the first time, and it was hell for me.”

I cried. "Well, I have to punish both of you. One for lying, the other for magic." Lucian grabbed me, and Thadeus pulled Melody along by her hair. They put us in a stainless steel room. They used this room for sterilization and torture. We weren't of age yet to remove our sex organs, so torture it was. I prayed to whatever being there was to save us from whatever was about to happen. We were six years old. The only Martel twins ever born. It was unheard of that vampires and witches would reproduce. Usually, the baby dies. In this case, we were both left alive. Soon to be the Coven Co-Leaders. Our joint power was great than even the white witch. We didn't lose stamina the way witches do. We d

"The curse isn't from my mother. Well, it was gotten through her but it wasn't from her. A greater force made her do it. But, what force is it?" "It doesn't make too much sense," Rendall said and Helia nodded in agreement. "Yes, it doesn't. If the curse isn't from my mother, then who is it from and why did the person curse Khron and Wulfe?" ******************** "Where are they?" Alpha Janus thundered as soon as a warrior walked into his room. "We haven't found them," the warrior replied and Alpha Janus snarled at him. "What do you mean? There are so many of you searching for two were-creatures. The other is just a female and you're telling me this? Are you all warriors or losers?"