The Curse Of Saints Novels & Stories

But the Wyres are dangerous. Their bite is lethal to Shifters and, if you do survive, you turn into one of them. The curse is transferred through your bloodstream, killing your spirit and replacing it with a monster. They’ve been trying to get their revenge ever since, killing us simply because of an old myth that might not even be true. But, to be fair, we kill as many of them as they kill us. If there are talks of peace, that would be…historical. Impossible. And definitely something I deserve to know about as Princess.

Teacher Lavin claps both of his hands to Teo quick responses. “Yes, that's the reason why it was called the curse planet. Because every wolf and vampire that live there that get caught by someone that had the ability to hunt and tame or can also be called a ‘Hunter’ in the mouth of humans in there will burn them with fire alive and watch them scream in agony until they can no longer make any more sound”

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

Debo: “ You don’t feel very well! It must be because of yesterday's act! The sea was freezing! You could have frozen to death! Kataleya said nothing. Debo: “ Kataleya, what happened? You look very haggard! Why did you try... Kataleya: “ I am a black sorceress! I made a curse! Debo: “ What? Kataleya: “ When I was eight years old I was raped by eight men and I cursed! Debo: “ By the Gods! Men are horrible! Kataleya: “ I made a curse thinking it was protecting me, but in reality I... Debo: “ What plague? Kataleya: ““With my hands, I condemn all men who mess with me. They will die in the most painful way. Every second of mine will be your pity, every tear of mine will be your pain, every sad mem

“Somebody tell me what the hell is going on now.” “Well, sweetheart, I was hoping that we could have let you get some revenge. I wanted to have you naked and underneath me when he walked in. It would have at least made you feel a little better. I don’t know what he’s been telling you, but I’ve got a reliable source that filled me in on just how much he hates wolves. All the supernaturals besides dragons, actually. Do you want me to keep going or do you want to tell her about your mission?” Creed stared at me for a moment before he closed his eyes and shook his head. Rowen is hitting a nerve. He must be telling the truth about something.

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Nonetheless, the gold-figure still flow away once again and to slam into the hardened-force that block everything from this battlefield. “Ancient...” he murmured, cough so much blood that the clarity of his voice vanish, and to slightly confuse. With a pitch of high and low, he added, “You're nothing but a madness, disregard by your race! Not an ancient...” He shook his head and laugh like mad, though shocking seem like a cry of a little child. “So why trying hard?!” The massive figure howled in frustration. “You, foeigner, know nothing at all,” he said, his voice reminisce. “You having here is a sin, crossing the forbidden, so what are you if not Demonic Saint?!”

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

Valeria stood behind me in the mirror, her face calm, her voice a whisper of wind. “You think you carry my curse, child. But I was only the first door. The church seeks the last.” “What last?” I demanded. “The Veil of Saints — the place where gods go to die. The curse was meant to be buried there.” “Where is it?” She smiled faintly. “You’ll know when it calls your name.” And then she was gone — leaving the scent of burned lilies and the echo of her laughter. When I emerged, Luca was waiting at the stairs, gun holstered, eyes hard.