Vecna Curse Novels & Stories

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.

Annabel whispers under her breath. “Why not?” Ryker shifters from foot to foot like he’s uncomfortable under the weight of her words, her tone. “It’s a blood curse,” Annabel explains, swallowing the words like they’re painful. “The most powerful kind of magic there is. It’ll spread like a disease until–until the next full moon, three weeks from now. If the curse isn’t broken by then, it’ll kill everyone under its hold, destroying Vaeloria and whatever villages it finds over the weeks.”

She looked at Cain. "Sera," she said. "I heard," he said. He had been reading over her shoulder again—she had stopped noticing when he did this, had stopped finding it anything other than right. "You're saying we don't need Vorik." "We never did," she said. "He knew about the blood. He didn't know the full mechanism. My grandmother understood the full mechanism—she had Mira's original work and her own decades of studying it." She looked at the journal. "The curse was a question, not a sentence. And questions can be answered from more than one direction."

They pricked with a flame that threatened to rupture out of its confines, devouring everything in its path. “What happened, Largatha?” I turned and faced her as I watched her cheeks flush red with fear and something else. “She's been cursed,” Fenrik replied, his voice barely enough to carry the message. “What?” I retorted. My heart collapsed within me, bringing me to a fault I never thought myself capable of—weakness. “The Vervain in her system was laced with something else, something foul,” Largatha added. “It's contagious and spreading fast.”

she hummed. "Wait, I thought that Ravana was the first," Layla asked confused. "Ravana was the first cursed and Atreus the second," Niniane corrected. "And to clarify, the first chosen wasn't exactly a vampire. But he was a powerful being, so Ravana murdered the first chosen. In doing so, he and all of the vampire bloodlines were cursed."

I looked down trying not to break down into an uncontrollable session of tears. Now I was beginning to understand that I was cursed. Cursed at childbirth by nature. As if suffering the earth curse of being a vampire was not enough, I was still cursed not to behave like one and it was ruining my life for I could not defend myself from my enemies. I could not save myself from my oppressors. I was bound to let them confine me in my little world of unhappiness and watching them make me suffer. Watching them mock me and there was nothing I could do about it.

"But was she a vampire?!" "She was also a descendant of the Romans," she said, "Remember the tale of Romulus and Remus being raised by a she-wolf? The knowledge of summoning the wolves is only known to a few. She taught me that song." "Aw, such an incredible Octavia," I teased. "And thank you for rescuing my shoe, too."

But what the curse actually was and what it actually did was considerably more specific than the rumors suggested. When the witch doctor explained it to me properly, in her home at the edge of the settlement, I understood immediately why he was relevant to what I needed. The curse on his wolf was ancient. It had been placed on his bloodline five generations back by an elder council that had decided his ancestor's power was too dangerous to exist unchecked. What it did was simple and terrible: it fed on the power of whatever it came into proximity with and it could not be removed and it could not be redirected and the only thing in the known world that carried enough power to actually destroy

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

Aron wanted to have the chance to do those things to her but he never did. When Ina came home drunk, Aron was gone. He went to the most powerful witch of the city and he wanted to cut the mate bond that way. Instead he became cursed together with Ina. Arons wolf Taka would reincarnate again and again if Ina didn't choose the right one out of two mates. The witch put the curse out of revenge because witchcraft was forbidden to use a long time ago by the werewolf tribes. The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas.