Curse Of The Blackened Eye นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He looked at me with black dust that filled his eyes. However, fire cracks were looming through obsidian crevices around his eyes as if they were fighting over for control with black magic that possessed him. It looked like there was some internal battle happening within him as he roared in a surreal scream which sounded like a clamour calling for murder. He shrilled “Ramaalen” and “Sanguineabyss” before he flumped on the floor and dissipated in the gust of black whirlpool.

His jaw was clenched, a muscle ticking there, golden eyes fixed on me. In another life, I’d thought those eyes were beautiful. Now, in the light of the blood moon, they glowed wrong. Too bright. Too sharp. Like something other than human was staring through them. They called him the cursed Alpha of Blackmoon behind his back. I’d heard the whispers in the pack house: He’s dangerous. He goes black in the eyes when the curse takes him. And when he loses control… someone always dies.** Tonight, that someone was me.

"The cycle." "What cycle?" I demanded. I stepped to the side of the bed. "Tell me! I found a binder. Project Genesis. What is it?" Lyra opened her eyes. They were full of terror. "It isn't a project," she said. "It is a curse. The Blackwood men... they are too strong. Their wolves are too big for their human bodies. They go mad. They burn out before they turn forty." She lifted her hand. The skin was translucent. I could see the blue veins pulsing underneath.

The bloody army flow so fast, leaving the flashing afterimages to fill the glowing darkness. These afterimages are bloody, and while it spreading, the glowing darkness is shaking miserably. The bloody army's united voice mumbled, “Berserk, head to the order... Search the priestess!” In an instant, the berserk flash their eyes open, and the bloody eyes slowly engulf with glowing gold. They vanish in their position, causing the repressed golden flame to burst into open!

she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and concern. The devil paused, choosing its words carefully. "The curse of the black mamba turns its victim's own life force against them," it explained. "The afflicted person becomes a vessel for dark energy, and their aura is tainted with malevolence. As a result, they become susceptible to the influence of evil forces, and their powers become uncontrollable."

Camden asked. "The Evil Eye is a deadly curse, it's characterized by a pair of glowing purple eyes for the user, amd only the target can see these glowy eyes, it only takes a few seconds for the curse to set in. It's like a time bomb, the user can just choose whenever they want to finally kill their target. And when they do, the curse inside the target will attack every organ system in their body, the pain gets too much that the target doesn't feel anything anymore, but one thing that's sure about the Evil Eye is that, once it's in, it's sure to kill," Genevive replied. "We're up against real shit here," Camden stated.

And now, after the soul-bonding, they would be one. A cursed man with a cursed woman. They were perfect for each other, he thought hopelessly. When he had picked up the scroll, her blood was still seeping from her wound. He had panicked about not being able to halt the bleeding despite all the survival techniques he had learned, which included bandaging her hand, sucking on the wound, pressing on it and even his healing spells did not work because her injuries were inflicted on her by a magical weapon. Also, her face had turned horrendously pale. She had lost too much blood. At that juncture, he knew he had to do something, and recalling her bundle contained magical items. He prayed hard tha

A black liquid flowed out from his eyes. However, the darkness in his eyes became even brighter. “Argh!!!” Herschel cried out loudly. His eyes emitted black mist that gradually gathered and formed a black ghost. “D*mn it!” “You all deserve to die!” “How dare you kill the body I’ve worked so hard to gain control of!” “I’m going to eat all of you!” The ghost was filled with a sense of evil. Its resentful aura spread across the sky. The Divine Fetter Talisman that still had one usage left actually started burning, eventually getting destroyed.

[Evil Eye of Grudge]! I used my recently developed combo skill! Combining between the [Enchant/Apply] and [Dark] affinities using the [Evil Eye] as a medium to cast a dark curse on the target. Its effect is a major debuff that sticks a curse on those who make eye contact with the [Evil Eye Of Grudge] The curse would shave from the total HP of the target, weakening them depending on how much power I put into it. That Hob’s life points got reduced almost to the half, it entered a state of panic and got swept by fear, and to end him I jabbed a fist covered by a force field made of my space magic witch completely squashed his insides and reduced it to a mere ugly green corpse

Jotham, Silveran Capital 2030 Questions surfaced in Hazel's mind. Who was the figure in the dark? Why did he have violet eyes? As far as she knew, only black bloods possessed such color of eyes. The black bloods lived in isolation from other kingdoms. They were known as the Galacticans, since the name of their kingdom was Galactica. The black bloods were demonic in nature and they had hair and eyes ranging from red to black. In other cases, some black bloods possessed violet eyes. Black bloods were believed to have nine lives and the ability to shape shift into big or small cats. Other kingdoms despised them but really it was their fear of black bloods that drove them to hate the black blood