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Cursed by Blood
Determined to let nothing and no one stand in the way of her
dreams, 18-year-old Nuala Kara begins her studies in
architecture and modern dance in Eugene, Oregon. Haunted by
a troubled past and the fear of her secret being discovered,
Nuala has built an impenetrable wall around herself. But the past
isn't ready to let go, as one of her tormentors from her youth
also attends the University of Oregon.
In the midst of Nuala's struggles, the irresistibly enigmatic
Teyrnon Leandros enters her life. Posing as a 19-year-old
architecture student, Teyrnon hides a dark secret of his own:
immortality. Bound by a blood curse, Teyrnon and his immortal
family need human blood to survive. Yet, they avoid consuming
the blood of those they know, for it creates a deadly connection
and an insatiable urge to kill for more blood.
When Teyrnon unknowingly drinks Nuala's blood, he must fight
against his lethal instincts. Meanwhile, he falls hopelessly in love
with the guarded Nuala. As he battles to protect her from the
demons of her past and win her heart, an intense and thrilling
Can Teyrnon save Nuala from the shadows that haunt her, or will
their love story be swallowed by the darkness?
Was someone watching her? The girl abruptly turned her head
towards the tall bedroom window. She had to stand on a chair to see
the street. From the ground, she could only look at the sky. So there
was no one who could see her; yet she pulled the dark blue curtain a
little closer. On the other side, a gap appeared through which the man
could peek inside. With the patience of an angel, Teyrnon waited for
her to go to bed. He waited again until she had fallen deeply asleep.
Then he placed his hand flat on the sloping window that opened
inward and pushed it open - she had forgotten to lock it. Without any
difficulty, he slipped inside through the half-meter opening. He then
took a seat on the chair in the corner of her bedroom. He felt, smelled,
saw, and listened. And hesitated. For so long he had managed to
suppress this urge. Day after day, year after year. Until a few hours
ago, he was the person he wanted to be. But her blood burns in me,
he thought. Sweat droplets formed again above his lip, a tremble in his
hands. Cursed. I shouldn't have been confronted with her. Or she with
me? How beautiful she is. Those lips, that hair. Is it only the bloodlust
that brought me here? How would it be to taste those lips? Would he
be able to resist the urge to bite into them and suck them dry? If his
mouth was so close to her skin, wouldn't he want to bite and taste?
Wake up, fair Nuala, there's a monster in your room.
Teyrnon Leandros closed his eyes for a few seconds, until he
recognized himself in her thoughts. With a slight curl of his lips, he
observed the expression on her face. Are you thinking of me, beautiful
Nuala? he thought, even though he had already caught the silent
sounds. ... how handsome he is. And intense... Why did he talk to me?
I'm scared... He's so... overwhelming. How tall is he? One meter eighty-
five or one eighty-six? I'm only one meter sixty-four. I shouldn't be
thinking about him... Oh, who came up with this? I can't afford to trust
anyone... Or to love. And now, on the very first day, he's here. Teyrnon.
Maybe I'll only see him on Mondays. Yes. And most likely, he has
already forgotten about me...
The expression on his handsome face turned somewhat gloomy as he
looked at young Nuala Kara. How anxious and uncertain her thoughts
were. What if you knew the truth about me? he thought. You fear me
already. What if I tell you that I cannot die? I do not want to be the
beast from fairy tales... But for a long time, I have played that role. Ah,
Nuala... The man looked at the palm of his left hand and then clenched
it into a fist. He did the same with his other hand. No matter how
strong the urge in him was... I do not want to kill you, he thought. I
want to tell you who I am... Or should I say, what I am.
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They had left her alone. With bated breath, Nuala stared at the closed
door of Teyrnons bedroom. Suddenly she realized that she was no
longer breathing and took a deep breath. It faltered. "Oh, my God,"
she whispered. "Oh, God..." In a reflex, she put her hand over her
mouth. How is this possible? In her thoughts, she repeated the
conversation she had just had with her boyfriend...
… "Are you sure you're not a vampire?" she had asked. Something she
could never have imagined needing to ask.
"My hand feels warm, doesn't it?" he had said. Nuala looked at her
now empty hand. "Besides, neither I nor my family have ever died."
She had looked into his eyes. His magical, indigo-colored eyes with a
hint of tanzanite and the purple edge. Is our relationship real? He has
killed. His family has killed people for their blood. Will they kill me too?
Eventually? At that moment, a searing pain surged through her skull.
Acid from her stomach splashed against her esophagus more and
more regularly. An increase in pressure in her abdomen, cold saliva in
her mouth. Damn. As quickly as she could, she slid her body out of
bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Just in time, she managed to get
her head above the toilet. Even as her body contracted for the first
time, she felt someone suddenly grab her hair. With his other hand,
the person supported her. Fear wanted to make her body stiffen, but
first, it had to vomit.
"Easy now," Brian said soothingly. A second time the girl vomited. A
rubbing motion on her back. Nuala sighed until the heavily troubled
feeling subsided. She lowered herself onto her buttocks and slid out
from under the hand. The nurse looked at her for a moment before
pouring her a glass of water. "You've suffered a concussion," he
informed her, placing the glass in front of her. "During the accident
you just had... But luckily you have no other injuries. All in all, you've
been very lucky today." The girl stared at the glass in front of her.
Being surrounded by serial killers, he called that lucky?
"I don't feel very lucky," her tense voice said as she glanced at him
furtively. Brian moved his lips together for a few moments while
noticing the suspicion in her eyes.
"Have I changed that much in the last few hours?" he spoke in a soft
and friendly tone. Nuala swallowed. Ugh, what a disgusting taste in my
mouth. She took the glass - her hands trembling - and rinsed her
mouth. Too paralyzed by fear and weakness to stand up at this
moment, she spat into the shower drain. How different it felt now to
be alone with this man. Previously, his appearance and the playful way
he had sometimes looked at her had made her blush. Previously, she
had felt safe. "You were never who I thought you were."
The tension in her voice remained, as did the warmth radiating from
his eyes. "Who did you think I was?" he asked, still as good-natured.
The nurse knelt down in front of her and sat on the tiles as well. "I
don't know," she said in denial.
"Yes, you do... Otherwise, you wouldn't say I'm not who you thought I
was... Who did you think I was? Tell me, Nuala."
She looked away. Looking directly at him was difficult and scary now.
His friendly yet stern gaze remained on her nonetheless. The prevailing
silence began to feel unpleasant, at least for her.
"Human," she decided to say. An eyebrow furrowed.
"You don't think I'm human anymore?
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