The Curse Of Veneto นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Valek nodded in defeat as he looked down at his hands that were intertwined on his lap. “The curse says that the Vincenzo bloodline will never be short of fame, wealth and power but they will also pay a price for it in each generation.” He folded his arms, “How much a person suffers though, it depends. Sometimes one might go through a lot while for others there might be a small price to pay. It’s something inevitable and it will always happen one way or another.” He looked up at the ceiling, “And Emilio just went through his payment process.” There was a small pause, “And there’s no telling if that was it or if there's more.” …

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

A name was written on it ‘Chel’ in Italian curves. "Chel?" She read aloud. She walked to where she would had a sit to read properly. The paper seemed more like a documentation of history. 'The curse' was the first thing written on the paper. Karen knew she had heard something related to this, Yes! her conversation with Aiden yesterday. He was about to tell her about it but then they were distracted by her call with Sylvester. Karen became more curious to read. The curse begin with the two clans, the raven and Greenmay side. They were close and not fighting over anything. There was a village at the River bank that separates the raven side from the sea.

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

Winston asked. "You’re right. But the one who cursed me was an earth witch. I don’t know why the notes are in the ice witch language." Vlador responded. "I’m sorry, but can you tell me what the curse is?" Winston asked. Vlador paused, then answered, "I will never feel full, and I will never sleep. That’s my curse." "Oh, you poor young man," Winston sighed. "If that’s the curse, perhaps I was wrong to think it involved two bloodlines. The term 'mortal girl' also seems too odd for this curse. Did I mistranslate it?" He reached for his dictionary again.

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”

They snapped back on, and his mischievous, playful smirk was once again in place. “Curses have to be bound to something in order to take root. It can be a naturally reoccurring event. A lunar eclipse, meteor shower, or it can even be a bloodline. We don’t know how or why, but the curse has been bound using your family’s bloodline.” Resting his elbows on the countertop, he skewered me with his gaze until I squirmed. “The night those curses were placed on us, the Moon Goddess, Lunette, was abducted. We have consulted every oracle, and even the goddess of wisdom herself for answers. Each and every one points towards breaking the curse. Not only that, dear Blakely, but we have reason to believe

"What the hell did I just see?" "You’ve really pissed someone off, luna." Rome responded, pursing his lips. "You’ve got a rather strong curse on you." "Curse?" I repeated, not sure if I believed what he said. "And what kind of curse is it?" "It is a Vindicta curse." Rome explained. "It seems that you’ve done something to highly offend the caster." "I mean, that is a possibility." I agreed. After all, my past was marred with lots of death and hate. "But if I do have such a curse on me, how do I get rid of it?"

Valeria stood behind me in the mirror, her face calm, her voice a whisper of wind. “You think you carry my curse, child. But I was only the first door. The church seeks the last.” “What last?” I demanded. “The Veil of Saints — the place where gods go to die. The curse was meant to be buried there.” “Where is it?” She smiled faintly. “You’ll know when it calls your name.” And then she was gone — leaving the scent of burned lilies and the echo of her laughter. When I emerged, Luca was waiting at the stairs, gun holstered, eyes hard.

A silver blade etched with symbols I couldn’t read. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered, fingers curling around the hilt. “It’s almost too pretty to stab someone with.” He smiled. “For any filth that dares you again.” His voice shifted. Quiet. Serious. “No one’s taking you from me again. Not even fate. Not even the curse.” I froze. “What curse?” He looked at me for a beat. Then leaned in, kissed my temple… and said nothing. “What curse, Vittorio?” “You’re not ready,” he said simply. “Not yet.”