Novel & Cerita Among Us Cursed Images

"Atlas, I was trying to talk to you about the curse. Be serious." ***

Just a couple seconds of closing her eyes. Tamara sat there for a moment. The dream had been so real and now she wondered if it was some kind of warning associated with the images. Obviously it was a warning, but she meant that the woman wasn’t real but a construct, designed to show up when the wall was tampered with. anyone associated with it would dream of her. That sounded like a curse to Tamara. Looked like she had a call to make to Max, just in case. Curse, just like she thought damn it. This one seemed very dangerous if it could reach across continents and Tamara had only seen images. God she hoped Max was okay. Curse, just like she thought damn it. This one seemed very dangerous if i

We had been getting closer lately, and honestly I was glad that my brother didn’t die like Thorne said after all, and I was glad that my brother was him. “What is going on here?” Christopher asked looking around with a worried frown on his face. “Yes here feels so fucking deserted, it’s creepy” Marlene added shuddering. I shrugged “everyone is sick apparently” I said “the few who aren’t have gone into quarantine to stop themselves from contacting whatever it is” “Alpha Darius as well?” Christopher asked and I nodded “yes, even him” “That’s so fucked up” Kevin said I nodded “But it gets to a point. This doesn’t feel like sickness,” I murmured. “It feels like we have been cursed.”

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

Maven said. “Do you have pictures or anything?” Aurelian asked. “Yes, a few of the pack members sent pictures,” he said, taking another file. He dropped it on the table, and we gathered it. Maven and I gasp. “Goddess,” Felix said. The pictures are terrible; I can’t even recognise the person. Their eyes are pure white, and their skin is black. Then, with red veins all over their bodies, they look hideous. “What is this?” I asked.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.

“You can have all of them if you wish, Mr billionaire,” Laura Emerson commented, “you are disgusting, Kenny. You know very well Luke is not into these kinds of.....” she was abruptly interrupted by Kenny, "Don’t worry, I have treats for you too, look behind you," Laura was reluctant to look, but out of curiosity, he took a sneak peek and notice two muscular men scantily dressed with oily, shiny skin. Laura diverted her gaze sharply and uttered “eeww,” under her breath.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Ever since the matrons have put me in charge of finding clues about the cursed ones by engaging the smaller covens, a lot of false clues have been turning up, making us run the length of the country to find nothing. “You can all retire,” I waved dismissively to every one of them, both the witches and the Nighthawks alike. The witches and Nighthawks morphed and flew off, leaving just Ahmed and I. I turned to Ahmed who looked back at me aloofly, arms akimbo. “The cursed ones are making fool of us,” I declared to him. Ahmed shrugged. “Why do you say so?” I eyed him closely to see if he was being sarcastic or just being plain unperceptive. He looked back with a questioning look.