The Titan's Curse Full Book Novels & Stories

No matter the consequences, there are always fools who put their hands on something they don’t understand. *** “I thought everyone dies the instant they enter the event horizon; how come we are still alive?” “Naomi is right. Not only that, there is no storm. Does that mean lore is incorrect?” That was Justin. “The stories are all true. I have researched every history book about the place. There was only one survivor from a certain group who has entered this place throughout history. He was a human, like us. Do you understand where I am going? The curse only works on the creatures of grace. I learned that through his logbook, which I stole with the page. That’s why we are still alive because

The witch had said nothing about me, after all. Elora. She’s another problem entirely. I test the stairs, making sure I’m not about to fall through before making my way to the second floor. My father’s study lay just at the end of the hall. I can feel a chill in the air, as if his ghost haunts it still. He had collected hundreds of books on our history, as well as the Wyres, searching for clues on how to end the dreaded curse our family had forced onto our pack. Our people didn’t know it had been my ancestor that had forced us into the wilderness. Just another little secret I’d kept to myself. But my family had spent hundreds of years trying to rectify the problem our ancestor had caused.

"It's not something I really want to think about." Christopher turned the box over in his hand. "Well, it's something you should," he stated. "I'm not sure how much Sawyer has told you, but as a part of the curse, it's said that if he can't find his mate and the bond fails, Sawyer and the girl who is with him on that night will burn to death under the red moon."

She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter. I don't blame her... "Do you have anything?" I ask, staring down at the book she also gave me to read. The words, strung together like some other language, swim in front of me. This is impossible to decipher. She lets out a frustrated growl. "Nothing reliable." Every now and again her gaze flickers up warily to Sire. He paces incessantly behind me, which seems to be unnerving my friend. "We are running out of time," I exclaim. Day by day people are dying, and the guilt from knowing I unleashed this curse weighs heavily on my shoulders.

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.

The moment the blood touched her tongue, she sighed in relief, the flavor bursting across her senses like the first rays of dawn after a long night. She drank three glasses before she could speak. “It was horrible, Father. The humans, their scent, their blood… I couldnae focus. And the pain… it was like nothin’ I’ve ever felt before.” Her father sat across from her, his expression thoughtful. “It was nae just hunger,” he said. “The curse weighed heavy on ye. It’s a dangerous thing, magic wielded with hate.” “Who would do such a thing?” Moira asked, though the answer was already forming in her mind.

They found themselves sitting on the rock again - outside Encrea. "Why did it stop?" Cordelia asked. "You saw it too, didn't you?" Nherisa asked "I did see it." Cordelia said. "This curse has been in me since I was a baby." "Not just you." Nherisa said. "It had also flown through to me." ++++×××××××××××××××××××××××××××++++ With a gentle push, Cornelia pushed open the large wood wood doors to the royal library. She looked inside at the towering rows of ladder-lacking shelves filled with books, organised by order of genre and then in alphabetical order.

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.