The Curse Of Veneto Novels & Stories

Ancient and powerful: “Drogo Vealor. You were chosen to protect. To rule with balance. Yet you have spilled the blood of your fated mate. Intent does not cleanse the act. You raised your hand in vengeance. You chose wrath over mercy. You chose hatred over destiny. For this, you are cursed for eternity.” The force released me, and I felt the curse mark burning through my skin. Each cracks burned and stabbed like hell. Every part of me trembled and burned uncontrollably.

"Who else?" Lorenzo rasped, his voice like broken glass scraping through silence. "Luca Morano." The words hung between them, thick and heavy as blood. Daisy stood frozen beside Romeo, eyes wide, hand trembling over her mouth. "You're saying you place a new curse on luca and Alessia ?" "No," Lorenzo said bitterly, his lips curling. "He didn't curse her. The curse came for him. She's just the collateral." "What do you mean?" Daisy demanded.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

What was even more terrifying was that the person behind this project was my ex-husband, Rick, a computer engineer. When he was designing the chip system, he used me buying a tie for my son as the test command. The result was that anyone with the chip would develop a deep-seated hatred for me and believe I was a monster who abused my child. In his supplementary command, he had programmed in a detail that the tie was what they made boys wear on Devil's Island. They would force boys to wear it before they used them. Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked.

She collected the paper and stared from the paper to Alecto. With her eyebrows knitted in confusion, she opened to the torn page and saw that the piece of paper Alecto had given her fit the torn page perfectly. "But—" Rendall's voice trailed off. He looked back at the page, then to Alecto. He also looked confused. "The page was empty. Blank. Nyx herself did not know the solution of the curse because the curse wasn't from her." "We know that it wasn't from her. Who is the curse from?" Helia asked and Alecto looked away from them.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

"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.