Threads Of A Curse Novels & Stories

"It's... *calling* to me." The Threader pressed a needle-finger to the sap. *"The moon's firstborn. Trapped here when the Ouroboros Clan betrayed their king. Its curse seeped into the roots, into the earth, into *you*."* Kelly's trinity mark flickered, a dying ember. "How do we destroy it?" *"You don't,"* the Threader said. *"You *replace* it."* Eden's veins blazed. The Woundwood shuddered.

“The curse does not resist you. It welcomes you. You are the door.” The bond between Arielle and me pulsed so hard it rattled my teeth. Silver fire and black flame still licked across the floor, refusing to fade. Her threads wrapped around my arm, tighter than ever, anchoring me. If she let go, I wasn’t sure I’d come back. He moved first. Shadows swelled from the wreckage at his feet, coiling into blades. I met him halfway, curse blazing, fist colliding with his strike. The clash split the stones beneath us, shattering the tower floor. Arielle’s threads snapped forward, sharp as glass, slicing through the shadows that tried to close around me.

Our bond manifests around us as glowing strands swirling in a vast dark expanse: silver for me, crimson for him, black for the Devourer. The third thread pulses like a living artery, binding our strands together, forcing them to knot and twist. Cain grabs the black thread with his bare hands and snarls, “Get out of my bond.” The thread pulses, laughing. This bond is mine now. A perfect host. Two souls. One wound. One hunger. Cain pulls harder— And the thread snaps back like a whip, plunging straight into me. Cain roars, grabbing my arm as I stagger. Pain explodes through both of us.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

"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."

"Vivienne..." "I don't want to drink blood, you know," I said in a desperate voice. "but there is a part of me that wants to. The unquenchable thirst makes me feel less human. Right now, I can hear every beat of your heart; smell the intoxicating scent of your skin. The demons in me want to enslave me, I tried to suppress the urge, but it's still there like a curse!" "You don't have to fight the demons," Cammie said, "You own them. You live with them. They can't control you if you don't let them."

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

"No problem I take you there but you should tell me time to come." She read the message again and again, noticing all the grammatical errors in it. It was actually obvious that Mathew had close to little mastery of English language from the way he messed up tenses. There was nothing on her schedule for today so she brought out her laptop, read some essays and went through her mails to see if she had any important messages. "Ohm!" She murmured when she suddenly saw an essay about the great statue of David.

suspicion would only grow. Serene's eyes narrowed as she took a step forward, but I took a step backwards, plopping my hands down. Their expectant gazes bored into me, waiting for me to admit my fate. And so, slowly, I unfurled my clenched fist to reveal the crimson thread. My stomach lurched as watch myself to slowly opened my fingers, revealing the stump of a string, a mere inch long. My hunches was right all along then — I now hold the shortest string the predetermine my cursed fate. Fucking great.