Vecna Curse Novels & Stories

Jordan said. "And what is that," Minx asked from where she sat on his bed. "Many years ago our ancestors broke her trust by denying her after she had his child, she bore the first of the wolf-blood witches and she was the one that made the werewolf curse" he paused for a while and the room fell silent.

“Everyone seems to know something except me. Her dad, you, Rael… even Sean looks like he’s in the loop now. Me? I’m just the comic relief?” Leon wasn’t joking anymore. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just a desperate, honest plea. “Tell me. Please. What is the curse, really?” I looked down. Took a breath. Then met his eyes. “It’s not something you can understand in one sentence, Leon.” “Try me. I’m not an idiot.” Silence hung between us. Then I said, slowly: “The curse was born from blood. From betrayal. From love that was ripped apart. And now… it lives inside every Moonveil woman. Inside Willow.”

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.

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.