Cursed Doodles Novels & Stories

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

I murmured, my voice raspy and weak. "This is just the beginning runt, that potion will weaken your link with your wolf but we're just about to get to the good part." He said and brought out a red shining liquid in a silver bowl. He also fetched six huge fancy looking needles from the tray and dipped them all in the liquid. He brought out a smaller tray and placed the six needles on them. The two men by my side moved away from me and one of them took the tray from him. "What….. What are you going to do with that? Keep those away from me." I protested, my voice barely above a whisper.

Alaric roared, punching his hand. Elliot grasped his shoulders and said, “That won’t help us in any way. If we kill her the curse would become permanent. The 0.01% chance that we have of freeing you from the curse will be lost too. Alaric exhaled deeply and nodded. “Any luck?” “Aunt Sue is working on it… there is one way but Aunt Sue doesn’t want me to tell you about it.” “Just spit it out, Elli.” “Ummm… you can request the Witch of Artemia to free you from the curse.”

DARKEST LOVE (CURSED) CHAPTER FOURTEEN. Zara nibbles softly on the flavoured pastries , her stomach was full and stuffy, but she couldn't stop eating, they were so delicious. She peeked at him from beneath her lashes , where he sat a few distance away from her. She decided that he wasn't so bad, not as evil as she had heard about his kind, he had not hurt her. Her subconscious was utmost relaxed in that aspect, he would never hurt her, the thought came to her naturally.

In fact, he became even more arrogant and coldly stated, "Now that I've been discovered, I'll tell you the truth. Ms. O'Quinn's curse cannot be lifted..." Yet, before he could finish his sentence, Esther snatched the Voodoo doll away from him and crushed it. "Without the Voodoo doll, the curse naturally breaks. Even I know that!" Kenji was stunned. Curse casters' curse objects were hard to come by, and once destroyed, they might never find a replacement. Esther opened her hand, revealing the shattered remains of the Voodoo doll and exposing the cursed object inside. It was a shriveled, blackened finger with eerie, ominous glints emanating from its dark nail.

It's very satisfying work, so much so that when I'm done with the first brochure, I pull the rest down off the wall and start to go through them one by one. In the second brochure, I make all of them pirates (complete with eye patches and parrots, of course). In the following photo, I give all of them racy tattoos. I make them into clowns and cowboys and mutants. I give them bulbous noses and giant ears and fish lips. By the time I'm halfway through the stack, I've gone through all my usual doodles, but I don't stop. It's childish, maybe, and more than a little bit dumb, but I can't help myself. I'll take any small victory against Carolson and Huntington Manor. It makes it even better to ima

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

After a few seconds, the young man seemed to have a strange feeling. "I'm feeling dizzy Sir!" Noel said with a hand on his forehead. Noel closed his eyes, he felt like he was in a whirlwind and he felt like he was going to vomit with extreme dizziness. He couldn't understand what was happening. Noel opened his eyes slightly and he saw the artist seemingly excited, his grin was frightening. "What's going on Sir?" Noel heard the artist laugh out loud as if he was celebrating. He held the painting tightly but he was surprised when he noticed the painting seemed to be different.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Namely the Dazzle Curse spell. Within minutes, one by one, the souls of the ruthless soldiers left their bodies without permission. He sent the evil souls to the forest where the foxgloves flower thrived all along. And in less than ten minutes all the soldiers collapsed to the ground. Leaving a question mark for the soldiers who were in the back row of the archer soldiers. Seeing this scary thing, the remaining soldiers were torn apart by him. They ran away from the village. Simultaneously, Alessandro's body collapsed and his eyes returned to their original color of hazel red. ***