Cursed Doodles Novels & Stories

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.

Watching her leave in high spirits, I felt a weight lift from my heart. The moment she had gifted me the bottle, I'd asked my best friend to pass it along to the neighbors. Their son, Derrick, had XYY syndrome and was notorious for his cruelty—tormenting stray cats and, more recently, attempting to assault a little girl. His mother, equally unreasonable and vicious, had made herself a terror in the neighborhood. Most people avoided them at all costs. When I offered the bottle to them, they were only too happy to accept it. Though Derrick was already an adult, his mental development had frozen at age five, and he still used baby bottles to drink water.

But her next words shocked eveey soul present their, " I curse u ,Elis Rosewood .I ,the rejected mate of Dian ' Julie Adams ' curses you. You would suffer the same wound as mine. You would never be able to love , your mate. As I never got , mine . Only because of u and ur acts. " And she fainted causing pin drop silence in whole palace. The cry of werewolves were heard indicating the dark phase arrival. Elis , who listened every thing , took a step back . Never had she thought , she would be punished for the mistake ,she never did.

Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.” Quartney laughed wildly and said, “It’ll be easy for you to kill me, but I’ll bring down everyone above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank with me. That includes the Heavenly Warriors, eighty-four powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, three hundred or so at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation’s upper grade, and middle grade. You’ll b

Honestly, it all started out with good intentions, I swear. Math class was awfully boring that day. We were sitting in algebra two learning the properties of parabolas. What started off as a math problem quickly turned into a piece of art and a bad idea. Kelly Anders was a quiet girl, with long straight brown hair and a nice pair of blue eyes, who was well known for being a bit of an outcast like me. She also happened to have a fear of crawly things. I sketched out a worm that had no teeth, knowing full well that I was pushing the boundaries, and gave it some details and shading. The whole process took about two minutes, creating a worm about four inches long with a head that was slightly la

Hazel ran toward them carrying her drawing. "Want to see it?" "Of course." The little girl handed him the paper. Dante accepted it carefully. Then froze. Because the drawing showed four people. Aurora. Darius. Hazel. And beside them... One extra figure. A man labeled in large, childish letters: UNCLE DANTE Hazel pointed proudly at the drawing. "That's you." Dante stared at it for a long moment. Then asked softly, "Why am I there?" Hazel looked confused by the question.

QAQ ‘Bros, can’t you leave something good for the rest of us? Of course, besides voodoo dolls, some other merchandise saw a booming rise in sales, too… ahem, ahem… Certain artists and writers of refined taste felt just as inspired as their journalist comrades and started to pump out some questionable drawings and writings that brought endless joy to fujo–ahem, a special part of the female population… *** In the dead of night, after all of the bedroom lights had been extinguished, deep within the Cordia manor, a dark figure emerged from the cover of shadows.

Practically gift-wrapping herself and sliding across the table. I’d tolerated it. Entertained it, even. But I always knew. She wasn’t it. And Zey? Zey has never liked her. Not once. Not even a little. Still… Crescent Creek is our closest neighboring pack. Small — dangerously small — but they produce warriors that fight like demons. We need them. Which is exactly why this moment could not possibly be worse. Karissa slides up beside me like a snake finding warm stone, her manicured hand settling lightly on my arm.

But that image soon warped, replaced by him coughing and choking as my eyes crossed the next line: "...bleed to death..." Blood. So much blood. Not just Kael… even that of the male that had tried to molest me in my pack— the male I took an eye from, blood in the cell… I tried to breathe. "...passed down through generations..." —his hands clutching at his throat, his body writhing. His skin turned pale, lifeless. "...affecting certain women..." "...unknowingly carrying the curse..." I slammed the book shut, trying to catch my breath which had picked up—fast, too fast. Blood, Kael coughing, choking, more blood, those haunting eyes... it was all I could see. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."