Among Us Cursed Images Novels & Stories

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

I lifted my arm, my eyes trailing down to the spot where the sacred crest of the Moon should have been glowing with the fire of a new bond. It was gray. It wasn't just fading, it was rotting. The beautiful, intricate lines of the crescent and the wolf were crumbling into ash right before my eyes. Pieces of my skin, dry and dead, flaked off and drifted to the ground. It looked like a bruise that had gone stagnant. "The Moon didn't just reject her," a man shouted. I recognized him as one of the pack elders. "She’s been marked by something foul. Look at that color. That's the mark of a curse."

Hated every part of it. The curse had stolen everything from me. My freedom. My future. My peace. I slammed my fist into the floor. A crack appeared beneath it. The beast pushed harder. Images flashed before my eyes. Blood. Death. Screaming. A village. Fire Water Then another image appeared. A face. A girl. Smiling. Soft eyes. Dark hair dancing in the wind. The image was blurry. Too blurry. No matter how hard I tried to focus, her face remained just beyond my reach.

Her words were venomous. "You have done a sin of separating two mates from each other... I curse you, Augustus... You will be separated from your mate just like me. You killed him when he was loving me, you will never be able to show your affection and love to your mate because when you do, she will die just like my mate died... He was not alert because he trusted me with his safety, he knew I'll protect him but you broke that trust, I curse you that you will never be able to win the trust of your mate and when you do, she will die in your arms just like my mate died..." She growled while struggling to attack him.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

But her next words shocked eveey soul present their, " I curse u ,Elis Rosewood .I ,the rejected mate of Dian ' Julie Adams ' curses you. You would suffer the same wound as mine. You would never be able to love , your mate. As I never got , mine . Only because of u and ur acts. " And she fainted causing pin drop silence in whole palace. The cry of werewolves were heard indicating the dark phase arrival. Elis , who listened every thing , took a step back . Never had she thought , she would be punished for the mistake ,she never did.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

I feel unhappy and uneasy. 'Does that Alpha have something to do with my parents?' I can't say, because I don't understand the dream at all, but I know it has come to pass an information. 'A curse…' my heart vibrates heavily. 'Am I also cursed?' I asked myself, although I couldn't find an answer, but I believed I am cursed due to so many things I am going through. It looked like I was cursed. If not for the intervention of the Alpha and the revelations, by now I would be in the dungeon. Not just there this time, but to be tortured heavily for something I didn't do.

"We have identified three more curse attacks in the past week, all targeting young supernatural beings in remote locations." Lucas stood at the front of the war room two weeks after Chris's attack, pointing at red marks on the regional map. Each mark represented a curse victim, and the pattern was becoming clearer. Someone was testing their adaptive curses on isolated targets who would not have immediate access to advanced healing. "Are the victims surviving?" I asked, though I already knew the answer from Lucas's grim expression.