Novel & Cerita Among Us Cursed

Sensing the potential escalation, Mammon and Lucifer stood ready to intervene, should the brewing conflict erupt into chaos. In a cryptic manner, Asmo uttered the words "Urban Jungle," a phrase that only Mammon, Lucifer, and Satan comprehended. Satan, with a sardonic laugh, embraced Asmo and whispered menacingly, "Hope you are ready, it's gonna be that lovely city's legacy," hinting at the personal and high-stakes nature of their exchange.

Dolphus asked, still in a state of shock. “According to what I see inside right now, I'm sure that it's the Atelis curse, ” I replied as a matter of fact. “So if it’s a curse, can it be removed?” Carla butted in again. I raised my head and scowled at her. If it wasn't because she was my sister and I knew that she had sex with Amoux a few days ago I would have mistaken her for the Alpha King’s Luna. Why is she so worried about him?

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."

(Inside Great Hill High) "We may have won this battle, but the war is far from over. We are here for one reason, and one reason only – to protect Clara. However, our true enemy lies within her. A cursed that poses the greatest threat we face. It's a dangerous and enigmatic curse, causing the host to battle their own selves, with disastrous consequences. Time is of the essence. Today, we must free her from this malevolent curse, for tomorrow may be too late," Eric Damian addressed the group, his voice filled with urgency and determination. Mathias stepped forward to offer his perspective.

Seers of lies. Wolves who were both feared and revered. Until the betrayal. During the Great War, someone in the bloodline was said to have turned against their pack, unleashing power that burned half a region to ash. After that, the bloodline was declared cursed. Hunted. Purged. Only one survived. And now… me. I stared at the final line of the scroll: Azaria Fennox. Status: Unconfirmed. Potential Awakening Imminent. I backed away slowly, the weight of it all pressing against my lungs.

We were in luck to have discovered that our waters had it, and managed to stop its spread. But it was already too late. Half of our pack were infected, and died gruesome deaths. Larissa wasn't so lucky. But in her case, it wasn't as severe, and only got worse on full moons, like the other anomalies. She sucked in a breath, her hands trembling when she spoke. “Are you saying…..That we'll finally be free? From this curse?” “Yes, Larissa.” I responded. “What are you waiting for then?! Why didn't you tell the others?” She turned to face me, holding my hands.

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.

"Damn, am not escaping death, am I? I need a straight ass answer.” ‘The curse has severely damaged Host's spiritual pathways.’ I swallowed. "So... but I'm cursed… or not? Please answer my damn question like an appropriate computer, not switching my questions around like some damn proclaimed virgins sneaking around for dick. Am I cursed? Am I dying?" ‘Partially.’ "Ugh" ‘Well, approximately 43.6% of the curse has been neutralized by Host's body's natural resistance and previous system interventions.’ I stared at the number.

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.”

“Amorous, the baby of our bunch, ironically, is like the oldest, but he is most unique. His is white, like Lasci’s, but under the moon, you can’t see him. It turns into midnight black. Amorous, like yourself, was cursed also.” Purity held her breath for a moment and then said, “Cursed? How?” Pru took a deep breath and was about to explain when Lasci finally walked back in the room and said, “Cursed by the same Shaman you were. His situation is different, however. Our mother was dying, and our father was desperate. In exchange for her to survive long enough to give birth to Amorous, the Shaman took a small piece of the wolf's soul, Amorous’s. His wolf spirit is weak, so he doesn’t shine under