Romans & histoires Cursed Blood Pot

I heard a crackling sound of broken glass, then my nose wrinkled as I smelled the delicious scent of blood dripping on the floor. “Elizabeth!” My father ran towards her, but something possessed me. Before my father was able to reach my unconscious mother, I ran towards her in a swift movement and sank my teeth into her bloody hand. My enraged father grabbed my shoulders and attempted to pull me away from my mother's already limp body, but the beast in me would not concede. I ferociously shoved him and continued on drinking my mother's blood to the last drop.

"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."

"I know. It's like a soap opera, isn't it? Blood, betrayal, and broken bonds between brothers." Layla laughed softly. "That's a lot of B's." "Bingo," Niniane winked. "Ok, so that's why Atreus hates Ravana. But why did Ravana place the blood curse on Atreus?" Layla asked, rubbing her face softly. "Didn't Ravana turn Atreus so he wouldn't be alone in his immortality? Why trap him in his tomb for centuries?" Niniane was silent for a moment, watching Layla contemplatively. "That's a whole different episode of this drama."

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

“What do you want, Cas? As you can see, I’m a little busy right now.” “Auggie needs to talk to you and I’m here to make sure things don’t go sideways.” Cas opened the floor for me. She turned her attention to me, with arms crossed. Her body language was telling me she wanted me to fu.ck off. I was currently being a co.ck block, which was probably angering her more. “Well?” Her irritation was noted through the impatience in her voice. “I need some of your blood.” I got right to the point. She would probably get more upset if I dragged it out. “It’s to break a curse. We need blood from a descendant of the original. It needs to be pure.”

They never imagined that Madeline would transport the body of an orphan to Teriland. I had only thought of it because of something the Teriland master had said. "A blood curse is a type of dark magic that requires the sacrifice of a child to complete."

“A cure.” For half a second, hope lurches in my chest... violent and desperate. But then she adds, “It requires something very specific. Blood. From Lucian’s fated mate. And nothing else.” I flinch. She steps further into the room, her eyes unblinking, her posture regal. “The curse responds violently to foreign blood. In small doses, it might seem harmless, but with repeated exposure... it becomes lethal.” My heart stutters. The room tilts.

The edge pricked my finger, and it was bleeding now. But instead of falling, the blood seems like the dagger absorbed it. "What's happening? Are you ok, Evolet?" Blaze asked. I nod. I do not want to look away. The blood disappeared, and the letters seem to rearrange themselves. I could read what it says now. To break the curse, one needs to die. The one whose blood is blue! "What's the meaning of this? Who has blue blood?" Oren asked, confused. "It might be a metaphor! It might be blue blood like royal blood!" Blaze said, looking out the window. "It might be the blood of a God..."

I said. Asa reached into the folder and pulled out a second document, older, the paper thick and yellowed and chopped in zigzag at the edges, covered in script I recognised as ancient pack text. “I went back to the original records of the curse. The ones from before your grandfather’s time.” He spread it on the table between us. “The curse was bound by blood. Ancient blood magic from the moon Goddess origin. The only thing that can break it is blood compatibility from a fated mate.” I looked at him.

“That day is not today. But we came prepared anyway.” I walked over to the center table and dumped the manila folder onto it. The weight of what I was about to say felt heavier now, with all three of them staring at me—Cassy perched like a raven on the armrest, Candy elegantly unbothered, and Jimmy typing already. “Here’s what we’re doing,” I said. “I found a curse. A big one. Blood magic. Ancient. Hidden. And tied to me.” Three heads snapped toward me like synchronized chaos dolls.