Curse Painter Novels & Stories

But before it even broke and scattered to the ground, new barrier give birth with enormous and raging fire. Enrage, the enormous creature howled in no end. Its eyes so bluish and with bloody golden bright that plead to be free for devastating fate. This in turn softened the man in the throne, said in a lowful tone, "However, does one that protected in hidden resorts have ever ask this kind of fate for the sake of being safe?"

"Why keep going after something that only hurts you? Isn't life in the ignorant healthier?" Artemisia looked at that thing, in one eye of it. All the girl saw there was darkness, it was fear, her fear. All she could see was herself, a sad, fucked up twenty-two-year-old, sitting in an empty theater and ready to empty her stomach. That reflection had everything to become a painting that represented doom, it had all the resources for it to be the decadence of someone who didn't even clearly remember his own past. "What was it? Has a demon eaten your tongue?" That thing spoke, but Artemisia didn't pay attention.

What else did his curse comprise of that I didn't know? "I courted seven ladies in the past. Unfortunately, none of them lived long enough to walk to the isle with me. My curse somehow affected them and killed them all. I guess they were too fragile to handle such burden." His eyes glistened with tears but as quickly as they came, so also they dried up. I have never survived any of Veronica's maltreatment nor Vivian's, without falling unconscious. Just how long would I endure before his curse finally took my soul?

Hector glanced at her briefly, then moved on, hands still tucked into his pockets like he wasn’t in any kind of rush. Next was a large canvas painting—thick strokes of red and gold exploding out from a dark, stormy center. It looked like a sun giving birth to chaos. “This one’s supposed to be ‘emotional rebirth.’ Artist said it was about becoming a better version of yourself through suffering.” He paused. “I mostly see fire and anger. Also, it cost more than a yacht.” Jeanne’s brows lifted slightly. “You own a yacht?” “God, no. Too obvious.” He smirked. “I just like burning money more creatively.”

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

She asked after minutes of comfortable silence. “The eyes.” I answered. “They’re always too still. You never look still.” “Didn’t think you’d notice something like that” She admitted. “Artist curse.” I muttered. More like lover’s curse. Yeah, I was definitely doomed. “I’m not complaining or anything but you couldn’t use a picture? It would have been faster and easier.” I shrugged. “Yeah but not as authentic. When you want to make a photocopy of a document, you don’t make it from another photocopy; you make use of the original.”

Marco asked If he was really interested in what will happen next. "He chose to kill himself," sister Clarity said. "What if the guy can't die? What if he will never die?" Ken asked with a stern voice. "What do you mean Mr Hendrix?" Sister Clarity's brows crossed. "I mean what if that was cursed of Lucifer to him? What If he was cursed to live forever so that he'll suffer forever, watching the woman he loves die repeatedly." My brows crossed. I heard a pinch of pain in his voice or maybe I was just delusional. Plus his idea made me more confused and curious about the two angel's love stories.

"Your powers are unlike anything this family has produced in three generations. I have seen what you can do when you are pushed. You cleared out an entire wing of soldiers the night the eastern border was breached. You were seventeen years old." "I know what I did," I said. "Then you know what you are capable of." He picked up his fork again. "We are running out of time, Seraphine. Destroying the Ashfords may be the only real chance we have to break this curse completely. The longer it sits on this bloodline, the worse it gets. You know that." I didn't say anything. "Sienna doesn't have much time," he said. "You know that too." The candlelight flickered.

“I can't curse. I'm a witch who can heal things, so can't do something like that, sorry.” Harith was a little disappointed with Helena's words. He desperately wished he could curse someone who had killed one of his crew members. Harith really wanted to take revenge on one of the pirates, but apparently Helena couldn't help him. “All right, I have no other requests. But maybe another time I need you,” said Harith. Helena was very grateful that Harith wanted to let her go.

She was lucky to have been captured by the lesser Vampires who did nothing but merely cleansed her of her curse. But she seemed to believe that letting the Vampires know that she and the other girl were werewolves would save them from being bought. That seemed to have worked for her because she was yet to meet someone like me. Someone who would buy her because of the fact that she had werewolf blood and torture her till her last breath.