Novel & Cerita The Curse Of Veneto

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.”

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

His heart the cursed, dying, beautiful heart that was killing his entire bloodline beat so hard and so fast that he could see his own ribs moving beneath his skin. The Vane curse. The biological mistake that had plagued his family for three hundred years. A mutation, some ancient werewolf lineage scientist had called it. A genetic dead end, another had whispered during a family council Julian wasn’t supposed to hear. Their hearts burned out. By twenty five, they were creatures of impulse and hunger. By thirty, they were feral. By forty, if they somehow lasted that long, they were something else entirely something that had to be put down like rabid dogs. The silver lining and there was always

⸻ ‘Do not blame the bride. Seraphina’s eyes widened. ⸻ ‘She is not the monster.’ ⸻ Another line. ⸻ ‘The monster wears our family name.’ ⸻ Every person in the room froze. ⸻ Don Vittorio whispered, “What…” ⸻ Nico continued reading. ⸻ ‘The curse was never created by the Rossi family.’ ⸻ Seraphina looked up instantly. ⸻ ‘It was created by a De Luca.’ ⸻

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.

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.

"But she never got the chance..." I hurled the pie at him. It hit his chest and fell to the floor, covered in dust. "You don't deserve it! You don't deserve Heidi's love!" I shouted, pointing at him angrily. With shaking hands, Ethan picked up the pie from the floor. It was smeared with a trace of blood and dirt. He stared at it vacantly as if his soul had left his body. Then, as if something inside had snapped, he shoved the pie into his mouth, chewing desperately.

Why are you here? Shouldn't you be reading some other story instead? I mean, who wants to hear about some cursed woman that is responsible for the death of her entire pack? Women, children, warriors. The Alpha and Luna. So many innocents died that night because of me you know..... turn away before it's too late. Please. You're.... still here? What do you mean you don't believe in my curse?! ........ listen, sir or ma'am or....... person? It doesn't matter who or what you are, this will find you and hurt you. So go before I hurt someone else. A stranger no less..

Protection circles. I continued flipping through page after page until a heading caught my attention. The Veinshadow Curse. I immediately leaned closer. According to the journal, the Veinshadow Curse infected the victim’s bloodstream with dark magic that slowly spread beneath the skin, leaving black vein-like markings wherever the curse took hold. The stronger the victim’s emotions became, the faster the markings spread, feeding on anger, fear, grief, and hatred until the curse completely consumed its host. I frowned. The black veins fit. The emotional outbursts fit. Even the way the curse intensified through powerful emotions sounded familiar. Then I reached the final paragraph. Victims gra

But their happiness didn't last long when the vital truth revealed itself. Breeding between a vampire and werewolves resulted in a hybrid. It was a sort of a blessing to be a hybrid, the strongest but every blessing had a curse following after. What curse? Lucifer Ximen Celeste, firstborn of King Kendrio and Queen Nora, the second strongest hybrid alive. A great warrior who won every war fought against him. Unlike his great grandfather, King Endor, it is said that he couldn't use both sides at the same time. This was a curse placed by witches on hybrids.