Cursed Doodles Novels & Stories

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

“Come, Nesta.” the voice of my mother echoes through the now empty room as the last utensils have been thoroughly cleaned and everything is back in place. Today has been quite a terribly busy day. Who knew simple country folk knew so little about medicine and taking care of wounds and not allowing them to fester! Who knew that proper hygiene did not reach the ears of people so far into the country? Who knew that war was also this merciless and people were doing the weirdest things to keep evil spirits at bay.

It’s sad, Sketch mylove but I’ll wait. - Chief H. This comment made me more suspicious which I can’t just let it aside. I looked at the last live video of Doodle with his best friend. I stare blankly, I felt that someone pour an icy water. I close my eyes. “It seems like my guts is saying the truth. The stories I’m writing were coming true whenever there are real people involved.” I said to myself. I sigh. “I need to see this for myself.” I said with determination. I suddenly stood up when I remember the characters of Cataclysm. I put on my clothes hurriedly. “It seems like the house I bought will have guests.” I said with excitement.

I order and watch the boys run back towards the building as fast as they can. I watch with concern as the young boy they were picking on sniffs and works to pick up pieces of his sketchbook. I bend down and help him pick up the remaining pieces before they’re carried off by the wind. I look at one of the pieces of paper and can’t contain the awe on my face as I take in the amazing sketch before me. It’s this incredible real-life style drawing of a sirna with a vibrant red tail surrounded by all the elements. It takes me a second to recognise the likeness, but this is a sketch of the God Ezillus as a sirna! This might be the coolest thing I’ve ever seen. “You drew this?” I ask in astonishment

He really needed a boost from his connection to plant auras, but this whole cursed country seemed made of crystal and concrete. After class was over, he was left there, sore and bleeding. No guards and the door was open. Doll rolled over on his back. He had to run, this country was insane. No-furs were sacred but sacred meant to be used. What kind of pain was his Black-fur in? What Black-fur? Doll tried to shake off the strangely-scented smoke. His Holiness? Right. He needed to find His Holiness. No, Hades. His Soot-walker. But Hades had left him here. No, that wasn't right either.

I feel unhappy and uneasy. 'Does that Alpha have something to do with my parents?' I can't say, because I don't understand the dream at all, but I know it has come to pass an information. 'A curse…' my heart vibrates heavily. 'Am I also cursed?' I asked myself, although I couldn't find an answer, but I believed I am cursed due to so many things I am going through. It looked like I was cursed. If not for the intervention of the Alpha and the revelations, by now I would be in the dungeon. Not just there this time, but to be tortured heavily for something I didn't do.

“I most certainly will, “ I have to. The sheer injustice of defacing books has sparked a passion within me. I can not stand to abide by such a crime. I would never forgive myself. However, I must correct this blunder before true mayhem comes to life and he is lost to chaos. For the sake of all books! I vow and look for my quill. Where could it be? “Oh, he’s drawn you a picture.”Maddie flips the letter for both of us to see. It’s another of Nicoli’s artworks- I see more stick figures. One is brown and the other purple. They seem to be eating. Bread? Or pie? And a rectangular creature, a horse/bear, sits with them. I feel my lips crack into a smile at the sight. It makes my chest grow warm and

spiral markings. My stomach drops. Spiral markings. Illustrations of corpses. Ancient drawings of bodies, of spirals. The same spirals carved into the victim's skin. And beneath them, messy ink, words fading but still legible. The text speaks of an ancient curse. A curse of bonded mates. Two brothers. One girl. And a blood price demanded by the Moon Goddess herself. Oh, Damn. My lips part. My heart races so violently I almost drop the book. It can't be.

Behold! The picture nearly made me spit my coffee. She’d doodled Goose wearing a tiny helmet, paws on a firehose twice his size, complete with dramatic “meow” sound effects scribbled in the margins. Beneath it, she’d written, Captain Lou will thank me later. Another text came right after Carolina 🐱 Destiny Guide (accept no substitutes): P.S. Don’t argue. You know he’s the brains of your whole operation. My lips twitched before I could stop them. I shook my head, staring at her ridiculous little sketches, feeling something loosen in my chest.

she said as she put an adhesive bandage to cover the small cut on my thumb. “Thanks. Um, anyway, did another student come here before me?” I asked afterward, curious about Caleb. “No, why?” “Nothing. Thanks again nurse Lily. I'll take my leave now,” I said and went out immediately. I was planning to return to the classroom when I accidentally saw Caleb through the window, sitting on the same bench I sat on earlier. His eyes were closed as he leaned his head on the back of the bench. He looked so peaceful and... Beautiful. I sighed as I unconsciously propped my elbows on the open window and stared at him from above like a hypnotized soul. There was something about this Caleb guy that made me