Cursed Animal Crossing Images Novels & Stories

"They are looking for the Crown Prince’s cure. I heard he is cursed." I paused briefly, glancing up. Lycans… cursed? "Yeah, I heard whoever gets close to him faints," another added. "Especially she-wolves." "Is that why he didn’t enter the Packhouse directly?" "Exactly. That’s why only the marked servants are allowed to serve them. What terrible luck." Their voices blurred together after that. I turned away, focusing on my task. If I listened, they would go on for hours. "Are you heading to the guest rooms?" one of them asked.

But that image soon warped, replaced by him coughing and choking as my eyes crossed the next line: "...bleed to death..." Blood. So much blood. Not just Kael… even that of the male that had tried to molest me in my pack— the male I took an eye from, blood in the cell… I tried to breathe. "...passed down through generations..." —his hands clutching at his throat, his body writhing. His skin turned pale, lifeless. "...affecting certain women..." "...unknowingly carrying the curse..." I slammed the book shut, trying to catch my breath which had picked up—fast, too fast. Blood, Kael coughing, choking, more blood, those haunting eyes... it was all I could see. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled

It was clear from his expression that he had understood the cryptic message, and so had the rest of us. The words on the note weren't particularly challenging to decipher, even for eight brains working in unison. "I can make the bull high..." it read. There were only a few things that could elicit such a reaction from a bull, and we all knew what they were. The first possibility was a female bull, known for their ability to drive male bulls into a frenzy with their pheromones. These powerful emotions could easily cause a bull to lose control and become dangerous to anyone in its path. The second possibility was the world-famous trick used by farmers to distract bulls: the color red.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

Is this a disease? ‘’ I feel so suffocated.’’ ‘’ Can she tell me what disease this is? The thought that we might never meet again, scares me to death. I won’t be able to feel his warmth again.’’ ‘’ That’s just too sad, isn’t it? Won’t we ever meet again?’’. All of a sudden she saw a vision again. This time small images of Odin flashed into her mind. His left arm was injured by a group of hunters, and some of them were the wolves who had attacked her earlier.

she whispered. "What!" My hand trace to the place where I was feeling the itch. "Right here?" I ask her, craning my neck to see it even though I know I can't. "Right there" she affirms. "Pull of your cloth Sarafina" she said, I obey and pull of my clothe, a loud gasp escape her lips. "What?" I ask her. "They have a star shaped symbol at the hollow of their backs" she muttered and hold my hand to my back, she then use my finger to trace a star drawing.

The pieces all looked like intricately carved, as my eyes roamed each piece. It looked as if each peice was a different looking monster, almost as if they meant something. My eyes skimmed through each individual piece falling on the Vampire. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself when I realized what I was looking at. A werewolf, a dragon, a vampire, and a witch. It was the most peculiar figurine set I had ever seen, but also the most one of the most beautiful. “I’d be careful with those if I were you, I heard it’s cursed.”

Corbin said, taking the pictures from the little boy. Scar came closer to them, afraid that something might happen to his son. Everyone saw Corbin look at the pictures with a frown. After a while, Corbin sighed, “No matter how I look at it, it looks like an octopus.” Marcel covered his face in disbelief. Shaking his head, he asked, “How?” Kaeden chuckled and shook his head. “Alpha look, ears, water, tail, wolf, no sea,” Marcel said, pointing to the first picture on top of the bunch.

The ground shook, getting stronger and stronger, and gave out a strong cracking sound. The moment the beast stamped one foot, the ground split open and scared the other party so they ran headlong. Iris stared at the animal as if accusingly. The sacred animals too, except for Kaia who stroked the animal's dense fur gently. "Call me Cibera," said the animal. Kaia was surprised, this animal means it is an immortal animal because it can talk. Oh! For the sake of what?! Meanwhile, on the other side of the Earth, a man is painting an animal that has been refusing to stay still. His paintings are ugly, shapeless, and not fit for display. I don't know what the man was thinking.

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.