Curse Painter Novels & Stories

I can only stand outside and look through the glass and watch as she only breathes with the help of the oxygen mask. My hands clench into fists as I realize I have failed to protect the one I love again. A tear runs down my face as realization hammers. Perhaps I am not only cursed to die by Vance's mate's, but I am also cursed to hurt the ones I love and want to protect. This is my personal curse. And Leonardo is going to pay for everything. I don't realize Mrs. Grey has left her daughter's side when she sees me through the glass and only comes back to reality when I feel a hit on my arm and a scream in my ear.

But are always very anxious to do so since it's forbidden and shameful to visit former members of the pack that have been cast out. I return inside and sat at my desk. It is facing the window so that I can see who is coming. With the cottage feeling a bit stuffy, I opened the window slightly to let a breeze in. I look down at my desk and start to paint. Yes I love being a healer, being a healer is my passion, but being a painter is the talent that I love as well. People from all over the place come to me and pay me to paint something, or if they want to buy one of my paintings. Currently, an Alpha secretly came to me to ask if I can paint this picture of him and his mate for her birthday.

Alyssa cried pleadingly, but the artist only answered her with a laugh. Gregorio approached Charlotte, forcibly removing her hands clinging to the canvas frame of the painting. "No!" Charlotte cried out in horror when the painter removed one of her hands that was clinging to the painting. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked at the artist. "Goodbye Charlotte, welcome to what will be your new world inside of painting!" he said and Gregorio hit the other woman's hand with his gun that was still clinging to the frame of the painting. Her eyes widened in fear that she screamed out loud.

He looks like he is seconds away from exploding into pieces. Surrounded by the freezing, impenetrable silence of the judges, Luciano explodes with a loud roar, "You dare insult my face—the president of the Calligraphers and Painters Association?! Then you insult every single warrior artist under my grand banner! This is outright rebellion! Do you all want your names to be blacklisted from the territories forever?!"

“So I’m supposed to understand that you two teenagers activated the parallel curse.” Seth finally spoke up after listening to Gabriel for a couple of minutes. He had heard about the possibility of that but never cared to try it out. “What’s that?” They both asked at the same time. “What you just told me. Activating the highest dimension of our curse by killing someone.” Seth explained. “Oh, that is what it is called.” Gabriel said. “Well, you must not let anyone know about this. It is against the rules, werewolves should not have access to this knowledge, it may turn out very bad. I will not punish you two for this because I did not tell you earlier.” Seth said.

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.

I let out a soft groan, reaching up to hold my head. By now, we should be farther. In fact, I'd hoped we'd find the cure at this point because the cultists were definitely going to make their move on me soon. I'd been able to paint myself as completely oblivious on the outside, wearing the persona of a human here in the mansion just wanting to have fun. Too much longer, and that would backfire on me.

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

"But she never got the chance..." I hurled the pie at him. It hit his chest and fell to the floor, covered in dust. "You don't deserve it! You don't deserve Heidi's love!" I shouted, pointing at him angrily. With shaking hands, Ethan picked up the pie from the floor. It was smeared with a trace of blood and dirt. He stared at it vacantly as if his soul had left his body. Then, as if something inside had snapped, he shoved the pie into his mouth, chewing desperately.

With a sharp hiss, thick red paint splattered across the cinderblocks, the first jagged line of whatever chaos he had brewing in his head. “Jesus,” I muttered, half laughing, half stunned as the fumes hit my nose. “You’re really doing this.” Carter didn’t answer. He was too focused, tongue caught between his teeth, carving out bold strokes that bled across the wall like some manic artist. Big block letters took shape, sloppy but loud, screaming rebellion into the silence of Grayfield’s halls. I couldn’t help it—I started grinning too, the kind of grin that hurt your cheeks. My buzz, the dark and quiet school, the hiss of the spray can—it all made my pulse slam like I was on the edge of a cli