Among Us Cursed Novels & Stories

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.

I roared back. “You see, my son. Humanity is a disease. We inherited this disease from the moon Goddess. The curse in Astrid is the cure to this disease. When the curse is fully awakened, I will channel it; it will be the key to Immortality. The entire generations of wolves will see me as the one and true Alpha God, and they shall all worship me. “You will destroy her,” I sobbed

Mayhem growled inside me—he despised Gray as much as I did. That night, lying naked in bed, I texted Aminda. My arousal made the sheets tent as I pictured her. 'Hey. Any chance of a late-night visit?' She replied quickly. 'I don’t want to risk it. The curse is clear: the more we’re together, the greater the chance of calamity. What if you die while I’m… pleasuring you?' I smirked. 'Then I’d die a pleasant death.' But truthfully, I preferred dying while spilling inside her.

“Bowen’s cooking the rake venom so he could be the one who cursed your brother. We have to figure out who the other cursed wolf is. Any ideas?” Ezra shook his head. “I’m blank.” “Ezra, do you think it could be Dimitri?” “Dimitri’s likely dead, Summer. No one can survive trapped in their own wolf. What we’re dealing with is a curse.” “We have to find a cure,” I said. “Or we can find Bowen beat him senselessly until he gives me the cure and confesses to all the shit he’s been doing.” “Do all your plans involve violence?”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

Alexander stared at it for a while and nodded at them. They both left my presence while still discussing on how to go about in capturing the rogues. Holding the invitation card in my hand, I closed his eyes as the memory of years ago flashed before me. I had been cursed to live forever and had lived a thousand years hoping I would be able to break the curse. I remembered the prophecy that on the third day of the third month of the full moon I shall meet the one that was destined to break the curse. It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

The pack may accept her, but she will always be second to that traitorous bitch Cheryl. Then Jasper gets fated with Davina. The daughter of a man I cant’ stand and who is damaged goods. All three of us have been fucked over by the moon goddess. Cursed in one way or another. I was cursed to not be with the she-wolf I loved and was forced to watch her be with another while I was forced to be with a she-wolf I can’t stand. Amara cursed as a second chance mate and Jasper cursed with a damaged mate. I don’t know why the moon goddess hates my family so much, why she felt the need to curse us.

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.