Novel & Cerita The Curse Of Veneto

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

Even I was caught off guard by the news. The fact that Vladimir Perazzo, the infamous devil of Venice and leader of the Perazzo family, had fallen for a member of the Galante family—twice— was a shock to everyone. The two families had been bitter enemies for decades, and no one could have predicted that they would ever be connected in such a way.

“No.” The silence stretched. Vittorio studied him as though testing steel on fire. “Bene.” The single word dropped like a stone. “Then you will deal with what waits here. The Russians press on Trieste. Luca speaks of force. I speak of patience. What do you say?” “I will handle it,” Dante replied. Vittorio reclined again, satisfied for now. His thin fingers tapped once on the armrest. “Ricorda, figlio. La Corona Nera non perdona errori. The Black Crown does not forgive mistakes.”

Their hearts shook with every step Vlad took towards them. Before all these went down, Vlad had been absorbed in his fantasies about Vanora living in his castle and personalising it however she wanted. When he felt the familiar jerk on his soul that indicated the activation of a curse, he was already irritated from being interrupted. When he identified the curse as the one he had forgotten about, his mood worsened. The curse had been made in a moment of haste, with the desire to own Vanora. So, this curse would activate if anyone touched her with impure intentions. He truly meant to destroy any potential rivals, whether she liked it or not.

Teacher Lavin claps both of his hands to Teo quick responses. “Yes, that's the reason why it was called the curse planet. Because every wolf and vampire that live there that get caught by someone that had the ability to hunt and tame or can also be called a ‘Hunter’ in the mouth of humans in there will burn them with fire alive and watch them scream in agony until they can no longer make any more sound”

This time, I had set up as soundproof barrier before asking. “No, even the oldest covens in Italy hide away in darkness,” she replied. We had made up, but I only told her that Kudaisi and I were just taking a little time apart because things between us had been going too fast, not that she believed me anyway. “Are you very sure of that?” I asked. Lara stared at me. “That is the very first thing we are taught about the cursed ones. Their curse is that they can’t walk in the sun, subjected to drinking blood to survive.”

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

“So I’m supposed to understand that you two teenagers activated the parallel curse.” Seth finally spoke up after listening to Gabriel for a couple of minutes. He had heard about the possibility of that but never cared to try it out. “What’s that?” They both asked at the same time. “What you just told me. Activating the highest dimension of our curse by killing someone.” Seth explained. “Oh, that is what it is called.” Gabriel said. “Well, you must not let anyone know about this. It is against the rules, werewolves should not have access to this knowledge, it may turn out very bad. I will not punish you two for this because I did not tell you earlier.” Seth said.