Cursed Cosplays Novels & Stories

So this is like a backstage, why does it actually impress me when I know it is a club and they do have stages and things like these but I just thought that was only in cinemas and theaters but I’m not one to judge, you never really know what impresses rich people. “Here at Crescent's we have the best set of young ladies that fit every category in your head.” I recognize the woman’s voice as Danny from earlier. I remind myself to start paying attention to what the woman is saying but I can’t because I’m too anxious to know what—more like who—is out there. God, I really hope Andrea didn’t sign us up to sleep with old men. That is something I know my sister can do just for the fun of it. “And w

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“Well then, let us dive deeper into the tale of the gods that ruled over this valley. One was the Flugor, the other one was the Vespera, and the third one...the god of mischief was Malum…!” The mere name invoked unnerving anxiety and fear. Some of the people got up, praying to Fulgor for deliverance while heading back to the huts. Blanchett couldn’t help but feel Glinda’s stare connecting with her every few seconds later. She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe.

Dante stepped closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, "Vergil requires the blood of women every full moon. Every single kingdom on the eastern border follows this rule or faces total annihilation. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn Aries to the ground." "So you give him gold! You give him land! You do not hand him your own sister!" I screamed, lunging forward, but the guards stepped in, blocking me. "Gold won't soothe his curse, Eve. You know what he is." I did know. Everyone knew the horrifying rumors and tales about Vergil, the Cursed Alpha. Every full moon, the demon wolf inside him demanded a sacrifice and slaughtered dozens of young women to soothe it's blood thirst. No

"I have no idea what's going on, babe. It's strange. Even for this hellhole of a city," "Strange doesn't cover it," I said, pulling away to face him. "The masks on the victims are identical. Claws the size of steak knives, organs ripped out with surgical precision, bite marks that would make a grizzly look like a house cat. I haven't seen a single beast strong enough to do this. It's getting insane. I think this might be above the department's pay grade." Leo rolled his eyes, a small, patronizing smile tugging at his lips. "I think you're overthinking it. The area is blocked off, the citizens are warned. We'll find the stray mutt doing this and put a bullet to it. End of story."