Novel & Cerita Curse Of The Mummy's Tomb Goosebumps

"Bianca, would you mind if I borrowed Louis for about twenty minutes? I want to use the advanced resonance chamber on the third floor." Mummy hesitated. "Can I come with him?" "Actually, I need you to consult on another case while I'm running the scan. That teenager with the transformation curse you treated last week—she's back with complications." Dr. Kim looked apologetic. "It'll only be twenty minutes. Louis will be perfectly safe." I saw Mummy's face do that thing where she was trying to decide between being a doctor and being a mummy. Usually, being a doctor won.

“I’m just saying, we could’ve been duped. It wouldn’t be the first time, right?” “Regardless…” Before I can finish, the air shifts. A deep, bone-chilling hum goes through the ground, rattling the stones of the tomb and sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel my teeth shake. The glow of the Moon’s Tears intensifies, spilling out of the carvings and casting the forest in an unnatural light. “Dixie, step back.” I say, my voice sharp. She doesn’t move, her eyes locked on the tomb as the hum grows louder, deeper, and more oppressive. The Bamboo Alpha’s eyes begin to glow, the light glowing in time with the humming, and for a moment, it feels like the entire forest is holding its breath.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Only darkness, the smell of decay, and those things squeezing their way inside. Claws scraped against stone. Teeth clicked in the dark. A cold hand suddenly shot through the opening and seized Taffy’s ankle. She screamed. More arms followed, pale and rotten, reaching, clawing, grasping into the hole as the ghouls shrieked with excitement. The burrow seemed to come alive around her, filled with scratching, panting, and the wet sound of mouths opening too wide. Taffy kicked wildly, sobbing as the grip tightened.

The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the shadows twisted unnaturally, whispering secrets only the damned could understand. Lucian led the way, his senses sharper than ever. He could feel it—the heart of the curse was close. The entity that had plagued his bloodline for centuries was waiting for him. The others sensed it too. Even Dorian, who had always masked his emotions with a smirk and a sarcastic remark, was silent. Eldrin’s hands twitched near his daggers, and Evangeline muttered a quiet spell under her breath, her magic pulsing around her like a protective veil. And then, they saw it.

"The old mafia religion used to gather here. Now it belongs to Kylo." Goosebumps crawled up my arms at the sound of that name. We stepped closer to the building. I squinted at the strange red symbols etched into the outer wall—strange, ancient markings like blood smeared by fingers. Some of them were still fresh. What the fuck. "Are those—" "Don’t touch them," Bianca warned sharply. "You don’t know what kind of curse you might drag onto yourself." Great. Mafia cults. Cursed buildings. Now dark magic.

It had that creepy snake design that gave me the chills. Zack torched it to ash and crammed it into Joanna's mouth, and just like that, a dark mist shot at her. She started changing right before our eyes, her skin going all gnarly like bark, her hair bleaching out. She let out that guttural roar, sounding like death itself had come knocking. Comments were buzzing again, and ghost hunters had something to say. [Wow, I never thought I'd see such magic in my lifetime. But it's a double-edged sword. Looks like he's ready to risk it all.]

I heard a gruffy voice in the distance, dishing out orders. Dammit! I should've pulled out the maid's guts when I had the chance! “How do these werewolves even summon their wolves?” I wondered, trying to summon my wolf based on the knowledge I had gathered, especially from Alpha Cassius's memory. “Dammit! That old man made this appear too easy.”

I turned to Marcus and saw he had already transformed too. A faint voice calling on me was the only thing I heard other than Marcus's words that were playing in my head, repeatedly. I ignored them. He lunged at me but I dodged to my left hand and spun to face him. I was aiming for my attack when a strong scent hit my nose. I looked up at the stairs and Jasmine was not, in fact, going to sleep anytime soon. No, she was standing on the staircase, eyes glowing in bright red, claws and fangs out and about to kill

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?