The Curse Of Saints Novels & Stories

I buried my face in my hands, trying to muffle the cries that felt like they were tearing me apart from the inside out. “It’s called The Curse Of Agony,” Sabrina’s gentle voice cut through my despair. “The blood tears are a sign of the curse. It crushes the soul of the one it’s cast upon. The body remains intact, but the soul endures unimaginable pain. The pain is so severe it paralyzes the body and destroys the soul from within. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses.” Her words were a cruel reminder of the suffering my mother had endured making anger and helplessness surge inside me. Killian had done this to her. The curse’s brutality felt like a personal attack, a violation of everything I

"We have less than a year. All of us. Unless the curse is broken." The words land like physical blows. A mug slips from someone's fingers, shattering on the deck. A woman near the back gasps, hand flying to her mouth. Two men exchange glances of naked fear. The celebration that had filled the air just moments ago evaporates, leaving behind something thin and brittle. "That can't be right," a voice calls out. "We've lived with this curse for generations." "Read it yourself," Gabriel says, his voice gaining an edge. "The curse has stages. We've been in the first stage – the inability to bond properly with mates. This is the second stage. The final stage."

Ezra stepped aside and let her in. “You look good Summer!” Henrietta said. “I feel a lot better. What’s up?” I asked. “Oh, I have news on Hunter’s curse. It’s more severe than I thought.” “Have a seat,” Ezra said, irritation building in his tone. Henrietta sat down on the couch. Ezra settled beside me and took my hand in his. “I did all I could to determine the curse's origin. It was born from your family’s blood, so it’s binding, but I’m afraid it’s true. There is no cure for this curse.”

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

And before long, that eye closed for good. Selena turned to Roxton. Her anger was out of control and she took an oath. “I swear if I die today, I will bring about a plague that will spread throughout France! A very disgusting plague and there will be no cure! Except for the French soldiers up to the top leadership, who will die in the most tragic way!” Selena hissed seriously, spilling the curse. "Yeah, yeah, I'll be waiting for then!" replied Roxton smugly.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

My voice shook with fear as the ground beneath my feet trembled, cracks spreading like veins through the earth. "I don't know. Earthquake?" Gabe looked around at the chaos, his eyes wide with alarm. "No, it's the curse." I whispered, my heart pounding. It was just like in the wasteland; the land splitting, fog creeping from the depths. "We need to gather our people, now!" I turned to Gabe, panic tightening in my chest. "The curse is here, and it'll consume the whole town if we don't stop it." "I don't understand." Gabe's eyes darted around, his confusion evident.

The disease couldn't be treated. It wasn't a disease in the full sense of the word. Instead, it was half sickness, half curse that had haunted the world for several centuries. Its origins were tragic. When a sorceress who commands the magic of life falls in love with a necromancer, people will never leave them alone. The castle where the happy couple lived and experimented was attacked by zealots of the Bright Saint. It is still unclear what exactly transpired there, but both mages were killed, and the castle burned down. All witnesses died shortly afterward, and no killers managed to survive for more than five years after the murder. Even their friends and family wound up dead.