The Curse Of The Blackened Eye Novels & Stories

His body began changing. Black markings spread across his face. His eyes turned completely red. Aiden started crying. Father... Kael looked at Lyra. His expression was terrified. Run. Lyra shook her head. No. Run! The darkness swallowed him. The First Heart laughed. The curse has awakened. Lyra held Aiden tightly. What curse? The Mother Before Creation suddenly appeared. Her face was pale. The curse that made Kael the vessel. For what? The Mother looked toward the darkness consuming Kael.

Thick black veins pulsed violently beneath patches of torn flesh while jagged bones protruded unnaturally along his spine. And those eyes- Those fractured yellow eyes burned into Zara's very being with pure hatred. There was no warmth. No recognition. No trace of Kael, her mate remained inside them. Only evil and intense hunger. A violent shiver crawled down Zara's spine. This wasn't merely a wolf anymore. It was something ancient. Something cursed. Something born straight from hell itself. "Quick! Hold him down now!" she screamed at the warriors, panic tearing through her voice. Without hesitation, the men transformed and launched themselves toward the beast all at once.

Arachne, still recovering from the sudden backlash, cried out in alarm. "Lyrien, no! Stop!" she shouted, but Lyrien's eyes only burned brighter, his fingers tightening around Aria's throat. Erith rushed forward, trying to intervene, but Lyrien's power was too strong. He tossed Erith aside like a doll, his gaze never leaving Aria's face. In that moment, Aria knew she was staring into the face of pure evil. The curse must have consumed Lyrien, and she was its next victim.

Doctor Alstein further clarified, “The moment an affected person, of whom its curse caster is dead, loses his eyesight, he has no hope and will definitely perish within a span of two days to a week, if the person is quite tenacious and of a high-rank. The caster of this curse on the first prince is dead. So what affected him was extreme pain at any touch of his body and power imbalance that’s naturally accompanied by unbearable pain in the abdomen and chest, slowly it spreads to the entire body. Prince Phoenix has black mist which is usually launched out of his hands, right?” he questioned the royalties and they nodded their agreement.

If there is anyone who has more experience in the field of blood curses, is him. His eyes have grown darker, to the point were there are two black pools that seem to absorb everything. "It is a self-destructing curse; they wanted her to hurt herself to the point that she would kill herself." He says as he softly holds her arms and she shivers again, tears fall on the side of her face and I look away; I wish to help, and at this time I am helpless; this is frustrating me.

There was a grey patch, almost like frostbite. I looked back at Iris's hands — both hands. They were almost black, the skin papery, drying up with rot. The curse was on her hands. It was eating her alive.

Lucien is fighting with everything he has, his body shaking, his eyes burning with defiance as the black rot threads through him. I know this moment was coming. I’ve known since the night the curse was spoken, whispered into our lives like poison slipped into a cup. I step forward, my breath ragged, my fingers shaking but steady enough to draw light from the pit of my soul. “I can’t let it take you,” I whisper. My voice breaks, but my resolve doesn’t. “Not you three. Not when I can carry it instead.” Magic answers me like it’s been waiting all along. I drag the blackness toward me, prying it off their skin, wrenching it from their bones. Their cries quiet into gasps of relief as the darkness

Unknown Location – The Depths of the Forsaken Vale The flames in the underground chamber burn green, casting flickering shadows across walls carved with ancient sigils. They pulse with dark energy, each a living shard of the curse etched into time. The Black Mage stands at the center of the circle, black robes clinging to his skeletal frame like smoke. His eyes, coal-pit red, fix on the firelight. He shows no joy. No fear. Only hunger. He feels it. The pull.

"Dormant lies the beast, its spirit concealed, By our will, the prophecy is sealed. No bond shall awaken, no love shall ignite, Till darkness consumes the last ray of light. As we command, so shall it be... Bound by the curse for eternity." The leader of the group stepped forward, and the shadows seemed to tighten around their figure, drawn to their presence like moths to a flame. They raised a hand, adorned with rings forged from bone and stone, the gems glowing with a sickly, unnatural light. The flames in the brazier roared higher, casting grotesque shadows that danced across the cliffs, the heat of the fire pressing against their skin like a brand.

His eyes were open and the irises bleeding at the edges with something ink-black. Someone had placed an ancient curse on his blood, taking advantage of the chaos and distraction. "No." The scream came out of my broken heart. "No, no, no —"