Threads Of A Curse Novels & Stories

What I had left was the thinnest possible version of the power the Ancients had placed in me. And the curse running through this river had been laid by two of the most powerful dark craft practitioners alive working together. I knelt at the bank anyway. The cold of the ground came through immediately. I pressed both palms flat against the earth at the water's edge and pushed the Blood-Bind thread downward into the riverbed and felt the full shape of what Morvanna and Kaelen had built here. It was not layered the way the curse on Alexei's blood had been layered, or rooted the way the thrall in Bella's brother had been rooted. It was woven. Through the water itself. Through the riverbed. Throu

My condition was so dismal that the best my supernatural healing could do was keep me alive. I couldn't sleep that night, pain was keeping me awake. I heard the rustling of movement across the room, but I didn't move. If one of the other omegas was restless, too, it was none of my business, and I was too weak and in too much pain to roll over and see what was going on. I heard the door open and close and sucked in a breath. Whoever was trying to escape wasn't going to get far. The door opened and closed again and I clawed my way to my feet to go after whoever had left. I had to at least try to stop them. The pack had taken our colored contacts, so if anyone was seen, they would most certainl

His eye is gone. "You think you can kill me? Do you think you are strong enough? You don't know who you mess with, girl!" He spat girl with so much hatred I did the only thing I could think of—the merging spell. I started chanting the spell that I was born to use when we became coven leaders. I knew it would weaken me, but I had to do it, give Melody a fighting chance to get away. Before I could finish, I watched him rip her heart from her chest. Her body goes limp, and a surge of power lept from my body, knocking Thadeus back. I ran to my sister, holding her dead body, crying, rocking her back and forth.

Blair chimes as she brings me the black and white pinstripe suit. “Huh? That would just make her look like a grandmother. Like you do,” Princess Scarlette snickers as Blair glared at her menacingly. “What did you say?!” Blair yelled. “Hey! Hey! No need to fight both are beautiful but...” I tried to stop them from fighting when I saw Cordelia at the corner of my eyes looking at something. I stepped towards Cordelia as I passed Princess Scarlette and Blair as I went to crouch in an eye-level with Cordelia and smiled.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Would he show his figure? Would people be aware of his existence? Would the secrets and crimes that he had committed be unraveled? That person, can she melt the cold heart? Which would he choose? Hatred and vengeful past or love and their future? This red thread, still remembering their souls to each other.

Shane says as he leans forward, picking up the new file. “That file there...” I say as I point to the file that is still on the table “...contains all the information of the basic story of how the mirror twins, the future Alphas, fought to the death over the fated mate they were to share. During the fight, both of them went over the cliff at the lookout the pack is named for. Then, a few days later, the young lady who they fought over, jumped from the same cliff. She left a note. There is a copy of it there. She said that it was all her fault that the brothers had fought because she wasn’t good enough for them. She goes on to say that since her mates were gone she no longer had a reason to l

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

The Nexus awaited their decisions, and the threads of fate trembled with anticipation. As Sasha and Alec delved deeper into the Nexus, the threads of mortal lives intertwined with their every step. Aria, the stardust guide, appeared beside them, her presence shimmering with cosmic significance. "Sasha, Alec," Aria whispered, "within the Nexus, threads are not just stories; they're connections waiting to be formed. The choices you make will resonate through the cosmic web, creating bonds that transcend the limitations of time and space." A new thread, pulsating with an otherworldly glow, caught Alec's attention. It seemed to vibrate with an unspoken story. As he touched it, visions unfolded—a

"It's not forgiveness. Not absolution. It's release. From Flame. From vengeance. From legacy." He swallowed, throat trembling. "Then grant me that." She turned. "I will." Severing the Threads Ceres walked to him and knelt again, holding out her hand. He hesitated. "What is this?" "Not punishment. Not power." Her voice was steady now, strong. "Just a final gift." He reached out slowly. When his palm touched hers, a surge of energy passed between them—not Flame, not shadow, but memory. Raw and bright. Ceres whispered an ancient invocation—not one of death, but unbinding.