Threads Of A Curse Novels & Stories

--- I saw the thread of Araya’s soul. It did not lie flat, obedient, like all others. It writhed. It pulsed with a rhythm that belonged to no loom, no star, no divine blessing. It burned. Kade’s thread—blackened, extinguished. Ryven’s—sealed, mournful. In their place… something else. A thread not yet whole— But coiling. Alive. Answering a call older than the gods themselves. It was not a bond. It was a summoning.

Her instinct told her, this man must be using her but Rachel must be scared and decide to fall back, pull herself from the unexpected danger. The calm demeanor and solitude she showed Rowena, was from the thousands of days she had been through humiliation, sinister remarks and being ignored as human. She is also not a porcelain who is being groomed as a pretty vesel, being appreciated, be liked but would crumble to pieces when it is crushed to hard floor. Cassandra's soul made from a metal, she had burned in fire, being hammered with the reality of life. She can bend, melt, break but she also can back into shape as it burns again and hammers again into the mold she chooses to.

"What do you mean?" Zora’s lips tightened, and she glanced over her shoulder, as though ensuring no one else was listening. "I can’t say much, Alaric. But trust me when I say Thorne is a puppet. He’s being used by forces that have their own agenda. This war—it’s not just about revenge. It’s about power. And whoever controls that power... controls everything." The unease in my chest deepened. "You think someone else is pulling the strings?" She nodded, her eyes narrowing as though she were contemplating something dark. "Yes. And they’re closer than you think."

The blinding light was so powerful that the corrupted wolves hissed. Then, to our amazement, the glowing threads of the light surrounded us, activating golden lines settling between every warrior. I stared in shock. “What is that?” “Fate lines,” Sheila mumbled and Ceres nodded in agreement. Immediately, the glowing threads connected everyone: the wolves, the warriors, and even those standing on opposite sides. For a moment, even the Dark Leader looked nervous. ‘This is our chance,’ Ceres communicated to me in the mindlink. Thankfully, Zane understood what was to be done. Quickly, he stepped beside me, his hand tightening around his sword.

My mind was consumed by the uncertainty of my future, the weight of responsibility as a mother, and the realization that my battle against the alpha king was far from won. In the stillness of the night, I gazed out of the window at the moon, its pale light casting an ethereal glow. It served as a reminder of the curse that bound us, the curse that threatened to tear everything apart.

Inheritances. Kael stepped back, shielding his eyes. “What do you want from us?” “I don’t want,” Serros said. “I remember.” Azriel moved toward the pool. “Then let me carry it.” The glyph exploded—into strands of pure threadlight. One thread floated downward, gold and silver, humming like a heartbeat. Azriel reached out. The thread chose him. --- Thread met flame. It didn’t hurt. It became. His chest lit with something more than fire. His veins sang with names. His eyes burned—not with power, but with clarity.

Her voice resonated warmly, yet carried the burden of sorrow. "My child… the curse you dread was never intended to annihilate you. It was designed to prepare you." Luna staggered, feeling overwhelmed. "Prepare me for what?" The vision’s eyes shone even brighter. "For the war that concludes all bloodlines." Rowan grasped Luna’s hand. Kai stepped forward, disbelief etched on his face. "What war?" Luna whispered. The Queen’s expression darkened. "The Devourer has risen. And only the bearer of twin blood—the Heartstone and the Blood Moon—can halt him."

Then the battlefield crumbled into ash, and I was falling again. I woke on the cavern floor, shivering. My body slick with sweat, my hands trembling like I’d just fought for my life. Elyra stood above me, arms crossed, calm as ever. “You saw it,” she said. I pushed myself up. “I saw… too much.” She nodded. “That’s what the Threadstream does. It doesn’t show truth. It shows possibility.” “I destroyed everything.” “You might. But not because you’re evil, Thorold. Because you’re unbalanced. Untethered.”

Storm on the horizon. I flexed my fingers and noticed the bandages around my hands. Tattered. Dried with blood. But when I ripped the cloth away, expecting raw flesh, there was only skin—scarred, yes—but sealed. I tilted my head, inspecting the marks. The poison was still there, deep in my bones, but the wound was healing faster than I thought. It was as though my body was fighting it off, the curse burning its way out of me. “How long?” My voice was rough.

Annoyingly calm, “he was always the conduit.” “You’re killing him,” Tobin whispers. Kasper shrugs slightly, “I am not killing him, the bigger picture is. But only if you keep resisting.” Rage surges through my chest. The threads flare brighter. The creature reacts instantly, taking another step closer. The air ripples around us. Not wind, not magic, something stranger. The threads stretch between us again. Testing. The sensation runs straight into the mark resting under my paw. My wolf snarls.