Among Us Cursed 소설 & 이야기

The captain's smile was chilling, his words dripping with disdain. "The curse is your destiny," Captain Marcus Drago declared. "Some fates cannot be escaped." His confidence was unnerving, a poison that threatened to seep into their minds. But Amelia refused to let it take hold. She glanced at Gabriel, at Lucas, saw the fire in their eyes. They were not beaten, not yet.

Cammie said, looking out through the back window. "What are you guys running away from?" this time Alyssa asked. "Oh, just some martial art illiterate undead," Cammie said as if that wasn't a big deal. "Cam, they're worse than serial killers!" I told her. "Mmm...do you mean all those guys coming behind us?" Alyssa said, averting her eyes to the rear-view mirror. I turned around and spotted two cars speeding along, one was red and the other was yellow. "Oh, no," I said.

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~

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

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

"Just like the others, you will die here." "I have no intention of dying anytime soon." Arissa countered. "You have no choice." The voice cackled. "The curse has already begun and your time is limited." "What is that supposed to mean?" I demanded, attempting to jump up but stopping as Arissa grabbed me. "Do you intend to burn yourself?" She demanded, narrowing her gaze. "Those are flames, you know." "I’m aware." "Then sit back down and let the creepy face finish what it is saying."

Carmen screamed in agony, her face pale, but she was still alive. For the very last cut, Evan aimed the knife right at Carmen's heart. I quickly got in between them and tried to hug Evan, saying, "No, you can't! Don't do anything stupid, Evan. Chief Jones will be here soon. She'll get the punishment she deserves. You can't kill her. You'll go to prison!" I cried as I begged for him to stop, but his eyes were flashing with hostility. Outside, the sound of the police siren started ringing. Then, someone kicked the door down, and Henry rushed in. He shouted when he saw Evan, who was covered in blood and had the scalpel raised.

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.