The Curse Of Veneto Novels & Stories

" Controlled...or blinded by the jealousy. Even if you were controlled you knew what were you doing. You could have easily stopped as you know ,the cursed fire is not yet strong. But you were burning in the fire called revenge, you wanted to punish her who dared to leave you .You did what you wanted ,by pouring all your frustration. You could have even easily found out of her being poisoned if you were not too blinded. You are fucking the alpha with all the might. I was blocked by the curse but you were not. You are the one who is responsible for all the damn thing. If you agree or not doesn't matter. It's you who is the reason of her condition .You whose curse is killing her .Only and onl

“Lycanthrope is one of the ancient curses, which was used by warlock to turn human in to werewolves in order to protect themselves from their enemies however it is one of dangerous curse and require dedicated knowledge because if it goes wrong then warlock could ended up getting his soul trap in wolf form forever. For keeping this curse in chain… warlock of sorceress need to perform a ritual where they behead a fully mated couple wolf and then burry their remains in a safe place, this safe place is known as Veeta, Veeta is place from where sorcerers can draw her energy and is source of all her evil power, if we have to break this curse we have to burn this Veeta” I replied “How can we find t

explained Ethan to the man he called 'Uncle'. The man's name was Jhony Redorge. The largest shareholder of R company. One of the conglomerates in his homeland. At once, the father of the famous actor, William Redorge. "What exactly happened with her?" William asked Anthony. "Did she just go into shock, stress or something?" Instead of answering, Anthony even asked back. "Apparently, yes. Is there a problem with that?" William. Anthony took a seat near Leona who still looked exhausted. "Did you know if you have asthma, Miss?" asked Anthony. Leona shook her head slightly.

"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."

Renee walked back into the sitting area and stopped with her eyes wide as she looked at the man and was about to what looks like a bow but the man raised his hand and the copper back ring was huge with some kind of crest in it in his middle finger caught the light. “O vasiliás!” Renee nodded. “i kopéla eínai edó gia na kánei chrísi ton ypiresión sas;” the man asked. ( the girl had come here to avail your services,) Faith ears perked to hear without her permission, though he was standing a good six feet away, his voice was cool and deep and it ran through her like she could feel the vibration of his words go through her. She cursed herself to not know how to speak Greek.

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

Sarreth said, standing up at her table and walking to the front of the sofa I was sitting on. "Who the fuck?" I demanded flatly. Sarreth's arms were crossed. "Brat, stop cursing." I cracked a grin. "Why tho? This is ridiculous, Sarreth." I replied, my hand included more action in the air. Sarreth simply smiled at me and answered my previous question again, which was the reason for me to come to a halt. "Have you heard the story of the first vampire, Celare? It says in the books I've read and heard from my parents that the first vampire's mate is a human," Sarreth says.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

I’m anticipating the moon reaching the centre of the sky, even though I’m aware of what unleashes the curse. “What’s more dangerous, the curse, or him?” She laughs softly to herself, although there’s an edge to it. “Depends how spiteful he is toward the Alpha and the Pack who spelled him in the ground in the first place.” Thumbing through the pages, she doesn’t look up at me. “The Pack we are part of, by the way,” she adds. “I’d be pissed.” The merciful thing would have been to kill him, although Hazel suggests it’s almost impossible. Plus, Alpha’s are spiteful, arrogant creatures.