The Curse Of Veneto Novels & Stories

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

So he died from a heart attack. 'Then I became werewolf queen because the moon goddess chose me. It was a great responsibility.' 'When time went by, the curse kept torturing us. But each time my other life tried to break the curse, they chose the wrong mate and the curse went on.' 'With time the curse was called the black and white curse because of our wolf's colors.' 'You are a very special and important wolf, Tiene. You are in charge of breaking the curse. I hope you don't mess it up. This is a great responsibility and no joke.'

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

Cole "Dammit!" I cursed, kicking at the dirt next to my broken down motorcycle, a cloud of dust formed and made me sneeze in response. The black Suzuki had sputtered and coughed a few times before it lost all power and came to a stand still in the middle of bloody nowhere. I'd hoped it was going to be a quick fix, but once I'd eliminated all of the obvious issues, I knew I was going to need help with this one. I swore in every single language I knew, feeling better once I had got my frustration out of my system.

With a hoarse voice, my wife managed to ask the vampire man who prepared something for her. “Before I answer everything you want to know, here, drink this blood.” Vladimir gently handed me a cup of blood, making my wife look at him doubtfully. With a slight chuckle, he added. “You’re a Monte Cruz, and every Monte Cruz bloodline needs to drink the moon’s blood, known as the Blood Moon Curse. Trust me, it will help.” “The sound of it makes me not want to drink it.” With a weak sigh, Roxanne commented, making Vladimir chuckle.

Mancini's POV "It's hidden somewhere, Damn it" I cursed, I hated looking for things and even worse something as important as this, for the past few hours I had been looking nonstop for a document, I had remembered that my Father had made a deal with the Genovesse family, I wasn't sure what it was which is why I needed it.

“Not like this.” Valerio caught her as she stumbled. “You’re not dying here,” he said. “You promised.” “I keep my promises.” He lifted her into his arms as the team cleared the last level. The building erupted behind them. Flames shot skyward. Lucrezia had vanished. But this time, she hadn’t just left fire behind. She’d left a curse. — Back at the Vault, chaos reigned. Bruna prepped the medical bay. Matteo shouted into phones, summoning chemists, contacts, anyone who could identify the substance.

“And fire doesn’t ask permission. It burns whether you want it or not.” Later, Matteo moved through the estate’s private archives. Dust swirled in the candlelight as he pulled a worn, leather-bound journal from a hidden recess, a relic older than any record of Vienna itself. The pages were brittle, filled with cramped script in a language that twisted across the margins. Symbols matched those Bianca and Luna had encountered in the fortress serpents, eclipses, crowns, and signs of sacrifice. “This is… older than anything I imagined,” Matteo murmured, flipping through the pages carefully. “The bloodline curse isn’t just a warning. It’s a cycle, marked in ink and ritual, generation after genera

His arms caught me before I hit the floor, the heat of him overwhelming, the iron grip of his hands forcing me against him as blood poured between us. “Elysia!” His voice was raw, guttural, half-human, half-wolf. “No. No, you don’t.” My vision blurred. I saw torches sway, wolves’ wide eyes, mouths frozen in shock. Someone muttered, “She’d rather die…” Another whispered, “The curse is real.” “I said quiet!” Danearo bellowed, his fury crashing over them. His hands pressed hard against the wound, but more blood welled through his fingers. His jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth would break.

“I mean… you’ve been through five Alphas and left one permanently howling at the moon. That’s gotta do something to a girl. Just trying to understand the, you know, mechanics.” “You want me to explain the mechanics of my curse?” I asked flatly. “If you’re comfortable,” he said with a shrug. “Or uncomfortable. I’m not picky.” “Ven.” Caelan’s voice held a warning now, quiet but sharp. “I’m just saying,” Ven went on, undeterred, “if I were cursed—which I’m not, thank the stars—I’d be all kinds of messed up. Emotionally. Spiritually. Sexually. I’d be trauma incarnate.”