Romans & histoires The Curse Of Veneto

"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.

So even if they saw Venus escape through that window, they would be the least bothered. Zahir sighed and turned to Venus, who flopped on the sofa, shocked. Zahir sat beside her on the sofa. Holding her hands, he said, “Ve, are you ok?” Venus didn’t reply. Zahir pulled her into a hug, caressing her gently. The curse scared her. I should have chosen a weaker curse to break, but I liked that window. It was big enough for a person to pass. With the curse gone, now there were only grills left to break. They had a silver coating.

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

"The two skewers of the fireplace were tucked into Mrs. Delfine's eyes. I heard it was a horror, to make matters worse she was smiling." It was just that piece of conversation that Artemisia remembered, but at least for the young woman, it spoke enough about her great-aunt's state of mind. And it was also the detail that Artemisia needed to make sure that she and her great aunt were the only ones affected by that whole curse, at least the only ones who were hit the hardest. As much as the curse wasn't even real in the end, it had hit them both like a tornado, taking everything away from them, Delfine's life and then Artemisia's.

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.......

"It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did." "You're wrong," Layla said desperately. "Atreus doesn't love me. I'm nothing but a meal to him. He's proven that much." "I'm afraid it's even more complicated than that," Niniane muttered, refilling their glasses. Layla picked it up and took a long drink, not ready to hear anymore. "As I said, Ravana is a ruthless b*stard. There's no way he would let Atreus wake from his sleep and live happily ever after." Niniane took a deep breath. "You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?"

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Ezra stepped aside and let her in. “You look good Summer!” Henrietta said. “I feel a lot better. What’s up?” I asked. “Oh, I have news on Hunter’s curse. It’s more severe than I thought.” “Have a seat,” Ezra said, irritation building in his tone. Henrietta sat down on the couch. Ezra settled beside me and took my hand in his. “I did all I could to determine the curse's origin. It was born from your family’s blood, so it’s binding, but I’m afraid it’s true. There is no cure for this curse.”

Melody screamed, shielding her face. But Gilda didn’t move. Her arms were raised in defiance, her white robe snapped in the furious wind. “I defy you.” She cried “ You wronged me. I will keep the curse on her.” The light coiled then struck. The it ripped through the veil that hid her beauty, burning it away. The air was now filled with the scent of scorched silk and searing skin. When the radiance dimmed for a heartbeat, half of Gilda’s once perfect face was gone, scorched black, veins of molten gold pulsing beneath the ruin. Yet even in agony she laughed a wolf, broken laugh.

he questioned. Alaric simply waved it off and dismissed the two before he headed to his room. He walked towards the mirror and removed his dress shirt. The dark vine-like curse had already branched out from his chest and reached the lower part of his neck. It had just been only a few days yet it spread rather quickly. It was a curse placed upon every Ivanov-blooded alpha by the last witch who lived hundreds of years ago.