Of Wicked Blood by Olivia Wildenstein EPUB
Download Torrent
Opens in your torrent client (e.g. qBittorrent)
Health
Dead0/2
Info HashBCCA1321697D9414ED246B56BC611EAC94CC1350
Peers Updated7 hours ago (2026-03-24 19:00:24)
Description
xx
Of Wicked Blood by Olivia Wildenstein EPUB
No rest for the wicked...or the cursed.
Slate
I didn't mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel's crypt.
Scratch that, I did mean to steal it.
Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses.
If any of us fail, I'm dead.
I've never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now.
The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.
Cadence
I was raised on tales of magic, in a small town reputed to be the birthplace of French witchcraft.
Did I believe all the stories I heard? Absolutely not. I mean, if magic existed, Maman wouldn't have died, and Papa wouldn't be stuck in a wheelchair, right?
Wrong.
The night Slate Ardoin waltzes into my life, wearing a ring he stole from my mother's grave, I call him a monster.
But then I meet real ones, and Slate, well...he becomes something else to me.
Something frustrating to live with, but impossible to live without.
Something I will fight for, no matter the cost.
Warning: profuse cursing (and not just the magical kind).
xx
Of Wicked Blood by Olivia Wildenstein EPUB
No rest for the wicked...or the cursed.
Slate
I didn't mean to steal the Bloodstone from the De Morel's crypt.
Scratch that, I did mean to steal it.
Until I realized it was a curse-magnet that only comes off if I, along with a jolly trio, successfully defeat four curses.
If any of us fail, I'm dead.
I've never been a glass half-empty sort of person, but my glass looks in dire need of a refill right about now.
The only highlight of this wicked treasure hunt: feisty, entitled Cadence de Morel.
Cadence
I was raised on tales of magic, in a small town reputed to be the birthplace of French witchcraft.
Did I believe all the stories I heard? Absolutely not. I mean, if magic existed, Maman wouldn't have died, and Papa wouldn't be stuck in a wheelchair, right?
Wrong.
The night Slate Ardoin waltzes into my life, wearing a ring he stole from my mother's grave, I call him a monster.
But then I meet real ones, and Slate, well...he becomes something else to me.
Something frustrating to live with, but impossible to live without.
Something I will fight for, no matter the cost.
Warning: profuse cursing (and not just the magical kind).
xx