Cursed Doodles Novels & Stories

"No." I raised my head and looked coldly. He trusted whoever did this. I might add a bit too much. The words lingered between us. Rebecca knelt down to the corpse and forced open his balled fist. A piece of blood-stained linen with a symbol—a broken spiral, just like the one burned into the tree—fell into her palm. My breath became icy. Rebecca held it up, her expression still unreadable.

" Wolves love blood too. Lycans love fresh blood. We are animals, wild ones." " I know that!" I sighed, rubbing my forehead softly, " So, what can I do to help you? Do you need my blood? To make any cure?" " It doesn't work like this." He stood up, his tall figure making the already small room feel even smaller. " It's said the last descendant of the Moon Servants is my cure. Only they can help me lift the curse." I heard him as he walked around, scanning the bedroom carefully. The pile of clothes, the garbage, everything. The fact that he had been here for the last fourteen hours made my face burn red in embarrassment.

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

On the fourth afternoon, with Heri tucked away in her room for her usual nap, I found myself lingering by the couch where she’d left her sketchbook. Her actual portraits were stunning. They looked like photographs in graphite form. But there was something else in these pages. Her doodles. The first few pages were harmless or seemed so. Just collages of whirls, flowers, odd shapes, and sprawling patterns that seemed to go nowhere. But as I flipped further, the lines darkened. The shapes grew more defined, purposeful. The pages took on weight. Buildings, crumbling towers, archways that reminded me of the photo Ronan had shown me. Beasts that I'd never seen before. I was no expert in the supern

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Obvious signs of distracted doodling. Normally, Grace would hand-sketch her concepts with precision before moving on to 3D modeling. She was meticulous. Never careless. But this… this was chaos. It didn’t even look like part of the same design. “You don’t get it,” Grace muttered, picking up her pen again and trying to disguise the circles by connecting them into random patterns. “It’s part of the concept.” Clara rested her chin on her palm, staring. “So we’re going with maximalism now?”

But what caused these mysterious collapses in the Ultara Academy? Besides the threat of my existence posed to everyone in the school, there was another puzzle box about a sudden plague of students losing conscious. It made some of us came to different ridiculous conclusions. A) Maybe someone played a voodoo doll in Culture class. B). There must be some Ultara students who had invented a radioactive chemical that could knock people out. C) well...there was no other explanation. But if I really wanted to be more logic about that, I would choose to believe none of the above.