Cursed Dog Images Novels & Stories

Her eyes alight upon scattered sketches strewn across the surface, drawing her in with an irresistible pull. Picking up one of the sketches, she is met with the striking image of a wolf, its form captured in intricate detail. As her gaze flits to another sketch, a closer view of the wolf reveals its menacing features—fangs bared and saliva dripping, an embodiment of primal ferocity. A series of similar sketches follow, each portraying the majestic yet fearsome creatures in different poses. A furrow creases Rose's brow in puzzlement as she contemplates the artist's apparent fixation on these lupine subjects.

I groaned in frustration, was about to just keep the file back in its position to prevent Alexandro from realizing that I had tampered with it. I was about to just give up on finding out from this file what Alexandro's sick plan was but then the sign of hard pressed pen tip on paper rekindled my hope. I continued to flip until I got to the page that had something in it, words accompanied with pictures. I gasped. The first picture was of Valencia standing next to Alpha Dario, the ruler of dark waters, the werewolf province that we now live in. I tried to calm myself down. There's no way! Maybe she's just his maid. It cannot be!

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

My dog, it seemed, was another one of those monstrous creatures of the worst nightmares of an emotional writer. A dog the height of a mountain, with three angry heads on the black and hairy neck, with legs larger than two cars and a rabö that did not equal any size I could resemble. The amber eyes like those of a panther watched me, and the muzzle of the middle head sniffed, inspiring my smell. Whatever made sense, the huge teeth appeared in the three wide mouths, and Cerberus growled like a hungry creature, getting so close that I almost peed.

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

“Different ethnicities? Which of the other three kingdoms’ would have the lower coffee table and cushions?” Helen opened the door beside her and gestured him in. He entered the room and was immediately in the center of attention of three creatures. “My puppies!” the little girl exclaimed before running towards the creatures. Two of them, one small which body was similar to a pug and one average size like an adult golden retriever were standing straight and looking at him. He felt the average size was rather familiar somehow. One more, the biggest one and it looked like a bigger version of St. Bernard dog, was sitting straight and looking at him. Now, these creatures did not look like dogs he

and I winked at her and grinned again. Isabella broke the silence. “I want to thank you for your intervention today,” she said. “I’m not sure I would have caught the sucker if you boys and your beasts hadn’t been here.” She stood up and retrieved some papers from an old wooden sideboard. “I pulled these last night,” and handed Chase some pages. He looked them over and then looked at Isabella. “Jensen told you about the curse?” I shook my head and Isabella answered. “No sweetie, my seers did.” she pulled another sheet of paper that was hand drawn in what looked like crayon. It looked like a cliff edge that was shaped like a crescent moon. On one side was a cage and inside was a wolf and a gir

She had the darkest of eyes that had been inherited by her late mother and now her…and she was the only sign left of her mother’s compassion…grandma! Her eyes felt cold the moment her tears left them, her figure slamming at the entrance door. She fell on the floor, looking for what she dreaded most. The scent of blood was recent, the trail of warm blood leading in front of the wood that crackled in the fireplace. There…she could see the dark fur and the cleaved head of a wolf.

"Who let this little brat in my house? How dare you make a mess here? I'll beat you to death!" Jess's face turned pale as she bolted toward the noise. I followed close behind, only to find David locked in a scuffle with that troublemaker Derrick. David was pinned to the ground, his leg twisted unnaturally, while Derrick stomped on him mercilessly. Bite marks covered David's bloodied body, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Jess let out a shriek, shoving Derrick aside and cradling her injured son in her arms. David's face was streaked with blood, his tiny frame trembling, yet his expression remained unnervingly calm.

He blushes a bit and looks forward again. “Anyway,” she sighs, adjusting the blue velvet hood of her cape over her head, “hellhounds are often people cursed into the forms of animals–beasts. Wolves, bears, mountain lions… whatever the witch that cursed them feels is best. They are controlled by the witches, like an extension of their magic. And over time, they lose all sense of who they used to be before, turning… rancid. I don’t know how else to describe them, but they’re awful.”