Cube Cursed Curious Novels & Stories

"Wow, a secret room full of swords? Also behind a mirror? You really thought I won't find it? Hahaha." I sigh. Seriously, what I'm gonna do with this guy? "A rubix cube? I didn't know you were that kinda girl," he slightly smirks, proceeding to solve the cube. "Don't touch it. That's dangerous." "Huh? What could be dangerous about a rubix cube?" I didn't know he could be that childish. "Baka!"

"Haha, ya, you just never make it there." "True, the couch always calls to me." I get up and go into the spare room to get dressed. I walk into a big room with large windows and deep red linens and curtains. I see the suit and shoes on the vanity. There is a painting of a white and back wolf on the wall it's howling at the moon. I am mesmerized by the detail. I turn away and go to grab my shirt when I notice a picture of Link, a guy with raven black hair and blue eyes and the girl. The girl I have been dreaming about. I grab the picture, and it's like I am sucked into a memory of her. All in leather and a sword, she is fighting, but who or what, it's all a blur. "Link! Who is this??"

“I know Roo brought me back using some of his voodoo stuff. But he’s dead. I mean dead-dead. No one brought you back.” Curtis didn’t speak for a minute or two, a faraway look to his eyes. “That’s a good question,” he said slowly. “I know . . . there is a purpose to my being here. And before you ask, no, I don’t know what it is. I somehow just know.” He looked at Charley. “Maybe it’s something like what’s holding Easy Street here. Or Cassandra.” “Does that mean you are fucking working for that Voodoo bastard?” rumbled the Golem, shifting in the back of their borrowed ride.

It was a true masterpiece. Fortunately, her cousin was crazy about horology and could solve a Rubik's cube with his eyes blindfolded. Now Cassandra came to realize that Ruslan might have had an important role thrust upon him too, and she was going to need him to help her opening this mysterious gift before midnight, or bad things would happen. Very bad things.

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

Ruby arrived just after sundown, hooded, hair damp with rain. “You felt it too?” Zara asked without turning. “Yeah,” Ruby said. “I was in the Hollow Ward. A mirror cracked clean down the middle just from a shift in the pack bond. Something’s rippling.” “It's him,” Zara said softly. “The curse is mutating.” Ruby crossed the room, dropping onto the bench beside her. “Do we have a plan?” Zara shook her head. “We have theories. But none of them end with him safe.”

Kavvy growled low in my chest, frustrated and agitated, he wanted to chase after her. I wouldn’t let him. “Who the hell is she?” I asked no one in particular. My Beta stepped beside me. “New girl. Transferred in last-minute. Human Council brought her in. Rumor says she’s part wolf, part something else. Nobody knows much yet.” Human Council? I exhaled through my nose, cold and controlled. Of course. Politics. Always politics. I turned and made my way to the front row, students parting around me like shadows. My team followed without a word. I could still feel her behind me. Not physically. But in the air. In the scent that lingered like a mark on my skin.

Lucien answered, "He still rules, but not for long." Her curiosity heightened her eyes. "Oh. Thus, the young Alpha continues to believe that he is king. He's under a curse. I tell you, I'm cursed. cursed. At last, Kieran spoke and moved forward. "He has become conceited. careless. "And silky," I continued, sounding icy. "His Luna has blinded him. So far, everything is going according to plan. The pack is divided and restless. Now is the ideal moment to attack. With the same mischievous glitter in his eyes as our mother's, Lucien spoke. Mom gave me a knowing smile as she tilted her head.

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.

I press a hand there like I can hold my heart together by force. “The Lyovles’ choice determines the speed, not the outcome.” “All beings gone, only to be saved when a single generation who bears the curse is wiped out.” I slam the book shut. The sound echoes too loud in the room. “No,” I whisper again, shaking my head. “No, no, no.” The rumors can't be right! How am I a curse? I've never had any curse like feeling. How would someone cursed behave? Do they constantly take hidden stashes of candies and find Ethics classes boring?