Cursed Doodles Novels & Stories

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.

Gives a suffocation curse effect when successfully crafted into a cursed doll. === Cursed dolls again? Zen had to find out how to craft them after he completed his quests on this dungeon floor. However, with a little more underwater breathing time, the curious gamer decided to swim around a little. Maybe there were secrets under the lake waiting to be found? Zen chanced upon other blue mushroom monsters as he swam and defeated them with his superior dagger-throwing attack. The system marked Hernie’s new quest as complete after Zen killed his twentieth blue mushroom monster and gained its spore, extending his underwater breathing time.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

Her father uttered a few words, which she didn’t deign to hear, marching back to the dance and drums. Rhythms had stopped, and a stillness pervaded the environment. Most of the villagers had stopped dancing, a few still rolling in circles, high on weed that the merchants brought from the other lands. She remembered to steer clear of those. They always looked like trouble.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

“That’s the point.” And with a flick of black paint, I marked the back of the canvas with a symbol I’d never drawn before. A sharp, swirling rune—curved like a crescent blade split down the middle by a jagged line. My hand moved like it had traced it a hundred times before. “What the hell is that?” Lila asked. “I… I don’t know.” It felt older than the room around us. Like, it didn’t belong to this world. Lila gave a half-laugh, half-shiver. “Creepy. But weirdly cool. I vote you enter it.”

"Don’t worry, our little Churro isn’t so easy to take down." I nodded, watching her begin to draw symbols on the floor, before she lifted Dante, placing him in the centre and began to light some candles. "I think it’s a curse." She whispered. "What?" "I don’t know for sure, but there’s something that’s happened. I’ll do my best." She murmured, placing a few crystals down.

A few days pass after the Donnie incident at school. I don’t remember what happened, but I’m amazed that I stood up to him and fought back. The doctor told me everything that I had done. I was forced to write an apology letter to the school, Donnie and his parents. That wasn’t fun in the slightest. I sit at my desk in my room and open up my notebook. For some reason I’ve been drawing strange sketches recently of a strange creature. I don’t know what it is I’ve just drawn them. They’re quite disturbing. Especially that in my mind the creature murders children and takes their souls. It’s a bit dark…

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."

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s