Among Us Cursed Images Novels & Stories

Evan couldn't see Carmen's reaction, but as I was standing behind him, I could. When she heard Evan say that the perpetrators were suspected to be from an organ trafficking ring, she raised a brow and had a strange smirk on her face. Out of the blue, I recalled something I'd forgotten. While I'd been tied to the bed and assaulted, someone masked from the nose up flashed that very same smile at me as I screamed and struggled. Before leaving, she'd adjusted the camera to make sure it faced me before saying to the men, "Lyra here likes it rough. You don't need to hold yourselves back with her."

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

"Rowan! Come on, fight it!" He thrashed. Blind. The curse making him lash out. His hand swung wild, caught Tomas's arm kid screamed, skin blistering like acid burn. Tomas rolled away, whimpering, blood seeping through his shirt. "Fuck. hold on, Tomas!" I shouted, then turned back to Rowan. "Rowan, it's me! Areum! Pull it together!" His eyes were black. Full black. No whites. Creepy as hell. He growled, words garbled. "Get... off..."

I growled, indicating I didn't want to hear it, he was the last person I wanted to hear about. "It's serious," Jensen's eyes were very serious. "Tell me," I said, and his lips began to move. "The Crescent North Alpha is cursed!" I blinked, my gaze steadying on Jensen. "What do you mean?" I asked, pulling away from my horse. I have never heard such implausible words before. "The news has gone around North Central. I don't know how valid it is yet, but it seems the whole pack is cursed as well." I listened to Jensen until he was done.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

It was a single act that indicated that we respect our mate, and we cherish their “I am already Cursed, the Moon Goddess can’t lay a curse on me again, it is just likea strong pack fighting a weaker one.” He sounded like the fact that he was already cursed was a means nothing to him. “ I am serious …. We can’t” He dragged me closer to himself, his denim blue eyes melted into mine.

Another charged, but I dodged it and bit its neck, snapping its life to an end. “Damn, I missed your bloody fights," Rune whistled in the mind link. “Welcome back, Ami." I smirked and threw myself into the fight, but they kept coming. Just how many did Curtis send? And how many were left to fight against Soren? I saw my opening in a cluster of dark ones. “Let’s do it." Astrais urged when we scanned the area and saw that no one was watching. I reached inward and crept towards them. They sensed my presence, and they all turned to me with the intention of attacking me all at once.

"WAIT, GUYS. WHAT DOES 'cursed' even mean?" asked Ruthie. "Maybe it isn't so bad." Zander looked at me. I was starting to feel anxious. My sethian acquaintances included Conrad, Zander and his brother - and the Collector in a roundabout way. I had a pretty good idea who in that group might belong to the cursed category. "I don't know," I said. "Maybe." "Well, if we get to vote, I vote that Zander's jerk face brother is cursed," said Ruthie.

They used me and threw me away as soon as things went wrong. I rubbed the soap over my skin quickly to finish my bath. Time was precious and I could feel people in this mansion weren’t warm; they were hostile towards me. I removed the mask and looked in the mirror. The punch Erasmus gave me earlier made my cheek hurt badly. Should I wear my mask again? My red eyes were a problem. A redcursed? Huh? I heard about them from Savascus. They were people who lost their heads because of disease; they attacked everyone in their sight and never cared for anything. The chasseurs were dispatched each time one was spotted. However, I also heard about another entity. The non-humans in Dotoria considered h