Among Us Cursed Images Novels & Stories

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

“I’ll take her home with me.” “Fuck you, asshole. Talk, Amelia. What did you see?” “I just realized when I came to earlier to call for help, that I can go find that asshole. I didn’t even know I could tag along with some of you. So I thought I tried my luck.” I shook my head as I tried to re-imagine the horror I saw in that God-forsaken land. “It was awful. I don’t know where it is, but it was cursed. Dozens of people are maybe waiting for his command. It reminds me of what Sensei had shown as, that barren land, but ten times worse.”

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

“It’s okay. I deserve it. I’ve acted wrongly, and because of me, she is suffering from a curse that must be broken soon, Amanda. Dana is pregnant with twins. We can’t let her die. Dana doesn’t deserve this.” I felt distressed. I noticed the desperation in Demian's voice. I didn’t know if it was just for our children, or them and me. “First, let’s confirm the curse.” Amanda took out her deck of cards and shuffled them until some flew out. The Tower, Death, and The High Priestess. Amanda looked at me. The cards had frightening drawings. Judging by Amanda’s expression, I knew what she was going to say wasn’t good. “Indeed, you have the curse,” she affirmed.

I could almost feel the vibrations emanating from it, resonating with the power inside me. I reached out and traced the symbol with trembling fingers. The contact sent a jolt of energy through me that was both excruciating and exhilarating. In that moment, I experienced a cascade of visions—images of ancient rituals performed under a blood-red moon, of a woman standing at the center of a storm of fire and shadow, and of a destiny written in both light and darkness. I saw the Forsaken in their glory and despair, their legacy a tumultuous blend of creation and annihilation. Amidst the chaotic images, one thought rang clear: my fate was entwined with this cursed mark.

Krys added, but I was still a bit confused. “How do you know that?” I asked. “Look deep into his eyes.” Kole said, pointing to Armen's eyes. “They hold the cursed mark of a serpent biting on its own tail. That is the cursed mark of a shaman witch.” I squinted my eyes, looking deep into Armen's eyes and I could see it too now. It was buried deep in his blue eyes, the mark of a burning serpent eating its own tail. “That wasn't there before. It seems to be only triggered when Ava is around.” Krys observed.

He never took his eyes off the curly-haired youth in front of him. "So you know how to get us inside? Like you did to someone who looked like me—a guy with a curse like me?" "I don't know the meaning of the curse. However, the priests at the church say that somewhere there are humans who are cursed because of their past actions. They are not creatures of darkness but are similar to it. Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, Bro!" Jace just kept silent and waited for Franco to do whatever he wanted. Franco walked past Jace and Rain and kicked a pile of trash that was piled up. A metal grate on one of the walls looks reddish and rusty on the ground. Franco knelt while holding the iron rods and li

The word curse reverberated within me, clenching my soul tightly. One of the elders stepped forward, staff tapping against stone. “The curse upon your line has already claimed generations. It is no small matter.” “No,” Lucien agreed, and his voice shifted then— to an aching truth. “It is not.” Through the bond, images began to surface, unbidden and fragmented. I saw a young Lucien, not yet hardened by rule, standing beside a boy who looked identical to him, laughter unburdened by fate. I saw the same boy lying pale and lifeless upon bloodstained stone, a dark mark crawling across his veins like ink spreading through water. Beside him, lay a woman, with the same fate.

What the hell was that? [I’m leaving! I don’t want to be cursed] and only Ayame was left on the stream. Ayame says to herself- “It’s highly unlikely that they’re dead. If the stream was reported it wouldn’t be on still. What is this website anyways? How is it not censoring anything?” and she continues to have her noodles. Someone joins the chat suddenly and says- [You’re sick in the head if you’re still waiting here] [I’m collecting information. I don’t see what’s wrong in doing that.] she replies.

(eyes full anger and tears) Grandmother : we can't stop that curse. I'm sorry. Zayn : no you all liars, I'm not going to believe your words. (Angry) Grandmother : if you don't trust that , see your wife's neck. It's started with black dot and it's increase day by day like big blackspot, then it's covered your wife's body. It's turned her Skin colour full of black. This is first step of that curse, it means darkness definitely eat your love.