Cursed Danganronpa Images นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They both knew that after Darren was going to mark Aereza, his curse was going to get broken but none of them knew about Aereza's curse at that time. "Is that curse the reason you are so eager to mark her, Darren?" Rowan's blunt question made Darren chuckle. He turned around and gave his complete attention to Rowan. "Before my Beta, you are my childhood friend, Rowan and you know me from my childhood ... .Do you think I am afraid of that curse which has harmed me countless times till now?" He uttered, calmly. Rowan received his answer in Darren's question because he was aware of the fact that Darren was not a kind of person who was afraid of dying or someone who loved his life too much.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Winston. Please read it to us." Chuckling, Winston began to read, "A blood curse binds them. Red blood, whether still or alive, will only be separated by the magic of the blue-blooded and white-haired ones. Death by time is nullified until the magic is lifted. The black sky ritual can only be revived by a mortal girl." Frowning, Triana turned to Vlador and saw him staring at the floor. From his expression, she suspected something was wrong. "That... sounds strange. I’m afraid I don’t understand." Triana said.

Lucien leaned against the wall, arms crossed. Dante did not waste any time. He picked up a thick folder from the desk and threw the contents onto the floor right in front of me. Dozens of old photographs scattered across the carpet. “What the fuck is this, Rowan?” I froze for a second, then knelt down slowly and picked up one of the pictures. My hands started shaking the moment I saw it. It was me years ago, being held down by several men in a dark room. My face looked empty and broken. Scars covered my body. The word “Isho” was written clearly on the back of the photo. Another picture showed even worse things. My past laid bare on the floor for all of them to see.

As I struggled into the black boots, I lost my footing and grabbed for the table of the dressing mirror but as my hand landed on the table, I realized that I had pressed a button and the table was now rotating to the left. Stepping away from the table I stood a good two feet away from it and waited for what might happen next. The back of the mirror came to a stop and I marvelled at the weapons such as; hatchets, asort riffles, short-guns, pistols, battle axes, daggers etc. I took that as my cue and started grabbing the weapons. I grabbed the two daggers off the wall and stuck it firmly into my holster. Reaching out again to select through the safe wall .

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

As I cleaned, my eyes caught a drawing on the table, it was in a book,I couldn't see it clearly because it was half opened but it looked beautiful. My brain was telling me to go back to my work and leave there quickly but my curious eyes and fingers wouldn't listen. I placed my hands on the book and opened it slowly as I could. My eyes most popped out of its socket as it took in the drawing in front of me. It was a drawing of a little girl, her hair flying with the wind as she stared longingly at the royal villa. It was beautiful and it had me wondering if it was drawn by Jafar. If it was, then he is such a good artist.

*** To becontinued. Don't forget to wait for the next chapter.

After having a couple of more drinks, Robert asked, “Why did you call me here?” Ranger threw a bundle of notes on the table and placed a photograph saying, “She is the one who escaped, I want her as soon as possible.” Robert eyed the bundle greedily and picked up the photograph. The next moment he was howling with laughter, “This lanky girl escaped from your clutches. You sure have lost your edge, Ranger.” Ranger growled in anger and grabbed him by the throat. He was about to punch Robert when he started begging, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you… it is just that… sorry please let me go… I have a date with my girlfriend tonight…”

She slowly opened the cabinet. "Oh my god!" Alyssa fell to the floor, as she took a step back. She was shocked when she opened the cabinet and saw the frightening statue of satan. This is the statue she saw in her dream! Frightened Alyssa stood up and barely shook her ass as she noticed the layers of paintings, it was under the statue's stand. She signed the cross and tried not to look at the face of the statue. Her hands trembled as she picked up a painting.