The Curse Of Veneto Novels & Stories

Only him have the right to stare at her, because she belongs to him. He pulled her against himself wrapping his arms around her waist, to think her back is exposed due to the dress been backless makes him cursed. "Fvck. Sto così uccidere qualsiasi idiota che va a guardare la sua strada" He curse under his breath. (I'm so going to kill any idiot that dares to look her way) Vincenzo is also insanely handsome in his black tuxedo, Ava couldn't help but stare at him all day. How can someone be so good looking without much effort, she seemed herself lucky to have married such a handsome man.

She cast a curse upon the Vakatow bloodline – a curse that would eternally intertwine their fates with demons. The curse dictated that if the firstborn of the Vakatow bloodline was male, the curse would perpetuate with each generation. However, if the firstborn was female, her soul would be tainted with the essence of a demon, creating an unholy hybrid of lycan and demon within her. And if the 20th generation of the Vakatow failed to bear a female firstborn, the curse would reach its zenith, condemning their soulmates to death.

Alina let out a bitter chuckle. "Maybe you do have kindness in you, but I think it's not meant for people like me - a witch, murderer, and betrayer." She held Aleksander's gaze, a soft smile on her lips. Aleksander's eyes softened in understanding, taking in her words, his gaze lingering on the visible mark on her neck, a testament to his past brutality. He was taken aback, unable to process the depth of his own cruelty.

"Now you’re awakening, and it’s all coming back. The power, the darkness, the curse." Lena felt a pang of dread settle deep in her chest. "What curse?" Adrian’s eyes flickered, as if the question struck too close to something he wasn’t ready to confront. "It’s a long story," he said softly. "But it’s one that we both have to face now. Together."

I shivered, instinctively clutching my arms around myself. “Did you feel that?” I asked, voice trembling. “It’s like… like the curse is stirring again.” Nonna Lucia’s face grew serious. “The curse isn’t just a simple spell. It’s tied to Lunaria’s fading and the darkness that’s been creeping into your life. If we don’t confront it soon, everything could be lost. This is more serious than your mate realises, Serafina." "That fool." Matteo murmered under his breath and I noticed how he clenched his fists, the frustration overwhelming him.

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

“Everyone seems to know something except me. Her dad, you, Rael… even Sean looks like he’s in the loop now. Me? I’m just the comic relief?” Leon wasn’t joking anymore. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just a desperate, honest plea. “Tell me. Please. What is the curse, really?” I looked down. Took a breath. Then met his eyes. “It’s not something you can understand in one sentence, Leon.” “Try me. I’m not an idiot.” Silence hung between us. Then I said, slowly: “The curse was born from blood. From betrayal. From love that was ripped apart. And now… it lives inside every Moonveil woman. Inside Willow.”

I turned toward the window, but nothing was there. Still, my wolf lifted his head. “She’s close.” I let the breath I’d been holding escape. “Then let her watch,” I murmured. “Let her see what I become when I stop waiting.” I turned back to the map, picked up the red marker, and drew a circle around the heart of Valentina’s network. Transylvania. Bathory estate. The birthplace of her curse. My hand didn’t shake. “She wants a war,” I said. “Let’s give her one.”

The sun bled red across the horizon, staining the sky with the color of war. The city of Venice lay beneath its fading glow like a wounded beast—majestic still, but scarred, smoke curling from the skeletons of buildings that once pulsed with life. It was here that Dante Moretti and Amara had claimed their empire. And it was here that their enemies had chosen to strike again.

he called out, his voice trying to project a confidence he didn't entirely feel, hoping the sound of it alone could be a shield for her. Meanwhile, a few feet away, Vlad's lips curved into a slow, utterly mischievous smirk. He was savoring the moment, the dramatic tension, the perfect trap he had sprung. He understood that this was the absolute perfect opportunity to get the one thing he had been hunting for: the location of his missing, stolen power. He had a strong, gut-level suspicion that Lorenzo, of the ancient and secretive Giovanni line, was the only one who knew the secret. However, Vlad also had a crucial piece of ancient knowledge. He had heard the chilling tales that the Giovannis