Cursed Doodles Novels & Stories

I didn't know that the zip have damaged. A young girl of about 5years old scurried out of the cave startling me, I raised my bow aiming the arrow directly at her ready to release the arrow if she made any suspicious move but she didn't instead she ran past me and started picking the food that have scattered on the ground.

“We…don’t…speak…it.” Coward, the Zenaida-voice inside me hissed. “Then draw it,” I said. “In the blood you were so eager to spill.” I lifted my boot, just enough for him to move his arm. He hesitated, then dragged his fingers through the puddle of red by his leg. His hand shook as he traced on the concrete, rain already working to blur the lines. The symbol that emerged was ugly in its simplicity: a circle with a line through the center, and four smaller cuts radiating outward like claw marks.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

Zane supplied helpfully. “Which is a total urban legend, by the way!” Rhys defended, throwing his hands up. “We’ve never actually carved anyone’s tongue. That’s barbaric. We’re not animals.” He paused and reconsidered. “Okay, we are literally animals. But you know what I mean. It was a bluff.” “And the whiskey?” I pressed.

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

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.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

6 th April 2021 The thoughts' endless chain was interrupted by Aura . "Ma'am your pasta ." "Aura please dust those paintings there they look quite unkept ." "Ok , ma'am .I will "Aura had already fetched the cloth duster tied to a stick and started dusting when suddenly she started screaming and dropped the duster .The white cloth duster was transformed to crimson colour with drops of red liquid dripping. "Are you Okay Aura " Lily and Lisa had already rushed to the dining room.

“No. I think it’s the same curse.” Silence falls over the group. And then Xander talks. “The Keeper said the enemy wears a familiar face.” Everyone looks at each other. Ryder takes a step forward. “You think it’s one of us?” No one answers. But the fear in their eyes says everything. Later that night, I sat alone in the library. I flip through old books, trying to find anything about curses, dark magic, or marks. My fingers shake as I turn the pages. My eyes are tired. My mind is running. I finally found something. An old drawing. A black crescent moon with three slashes beneath it.

Not even paranormal thrillers, erotic fantasies, or the sweet memory of my date with Tyler could erase it. The only thing I knew could pull me out of this useless spiral was sitting on my study desk. I dragged myself over and grabbed my favorite ballpoint pen. On a blank sheet, I doodled absentmindedly, only realizing after a while that I’d drawn a skeleton head pierced by multiple swords. Serves you right, asshole Grant. Symbolic, sure but still trash. I crumpled the sheet, squeezing my so-called masterpiece before tossing it away. That’s when I noticed the neatly folded piece of paper sitting on the table, right where my doodle pads used to be.