The Cursed ONes

What is love to an immortal? Long stretches of life can be lonely, love can be forgotten, and you always outlive everyone you meet—So what’s the point? Sometimes all you want to do is give up—But that’s difficult when you can’t die. Her hand is warm. Her fingers interlace with mine. A squeeze. Our eyes melt into each other. This is more than both of us are capable of understanding. The curse that trapped us in this realm doesn’t seem so bad. From this point, I never want a day without Mary by my side. We saved each other in more ways than one. From despair, love is born. - On Belzaar, wishes become curses. Mary will face tough decisions, blood-thirsty vampires, bitter ghosts, and the witches who cursed the dead island. But Mary’s toughest battle might be confronting an emotion she swore died centuries ago, love. - "The Cursed Ones" is the original work of B.W.P and eGlobal signed author.

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Chapter 48: Haunt Me or Help Me

Orion Dawson

A trail of blood marks my path. Hanson’s men beat me until I can barely see. Some of my wounds heal, but there are so many—I might not have the strength to cast Mary away from the island, but I’ll be damned if I follow through with the ritual that would leave her dead. With one eye bruised shut, I place the other on my destination—and what awaits is Hanson and Mary with his helmet shoved on her head—I’m going to kill him.

“Oh, great, Adam, you finally made it—You know I’ll always find you, my son.”

I spit a sea of blood.

“I found you this time, Hanson.”

I struggle to free myself from the soldiers griping me, but all I receive for my trouble is a boot to the face.

“My poor boy— “

“I am not your son, you monster. My real father, Christopher Dawson, gave me his love. My grandfather, Henry Dawson, showed me love—And my name is, Orion—Orion Dawson.”

Hanson’s men drop me when they rip my shirt off and drop me on pieces of broken slab.

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