Novelas y relatos de Cursed Doodles

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.