Cursed Eddsworld Images Novels & Stories

"And…I got something off him. During the fight.” She held up her phone. Liora crossed the room and took it. A photograph. Blurred at the edges, bad lighting — taken fast, maybe mid-struggle — but clear enough. The inside of a wrist. A tattoo. Intricate. A wolf's head in profile, geometric, something woven behind it that looked like a crescent or a gate or both at once. Lettering beneath that she couldn't quite read. Something about it pulled at her. Like a word she almost knew.

With one last venomous glare at me, she turned her heel and walked away. “Thank you,” I said, but I felt so embarrassed. He smirked at me, as if he was amused. “Don’t mention it. I hate seeing good fabric go to waste.” I blinked at him, unsure whether to laugh or feel even more self-conscious. “Who was the woman anyway? I barely know her?” “You mean Carrisa? The Pack’s slut? She thinks she will be the mate to Terran because her dad holds one of the highest positions in the pack.”

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

There is a clear white area around the wolf and where the white part goes, the dark tendrils curve around it, not touching the white. “Tell me, Kataleya, what do you think this depicts?” she asks, looking up at me. I frown, “Enrique, and he’s in danger,” I say softly. “Yes, Enrique surrounded by a darkness that looks familiar, doesn’t it?” she asks. I frown, looking down at it. “The Crawlers…” I whisper, feeling suddenly cold. “And what are these crawlers doing?” “They’re drowning Enrique- consuming him.” She nods. “And what is in the centre of this image?” she asks.

Cammie looked at me dumbfounded. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yes," I nodded. "I don't make it up." "But how could she be the cause?" "She's not normal, Cammie," I said. "You'd already told me that," Cammie pointed out. "No, I mean she's not like anyone else," I said and tried to force the words. "She's- a psychic-vampire." "A psychic what?" Cammie echoed out bewilderingly. "A succubus if you prefer," I said again. "You read a lot. You know what dhampire is. You better know what a succubus means!"

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

I for one could care less about who she slept with or did not sleep with, she was good enough to satisfy me and that was all I needed from her. Wendy definitely heard them groan at her arrival but she chose to ignore them like she always did and walked up to me instead. As a fully mature werewolf, she was about 5'5'' in height and had a short brunette hair with a fringe that stopped right on her eyebrows. She always wore make up that sometimes made her look like an emo. And her style of clothing was always too revealing or a skirt. A lot of people called her names related to prostitution and I have watched her hurt them equally because of the same reason. But considering I was above her in r

His great aunt Elrida approached him in shaky steps, her gaze focused hard on something behind him, he turned around to find out that her concentration was fixated on the carving on the wall, the very same he wanted to ask her about. "Do you know what that represents? People say you can see things beyond, just how much of it is true?" "So it means the great Lord of the seven seas wants my help after all, do you think that knowing what is to come will change the future?" she mused aloud. Allanon didn't think her last question was actually directed at him, the priestess appeared to be lost in her soul, she blinked and stared at him as though startled by his presence. "When did you come inside?

The image changed and it was a picture of what looked like a man with white long hair and glazed over white eyes. The words next to the picture were Warlock. I counted ten skulls under the word threat assessment. "Warlocks exist too?" I gasped. "The things of storybooks are not simply just myth and legend. Just because you don't see them it doesn't mean they are not there," he explained. "This creature cursed me," he said through gritted teeth and then he changed the image on the monitor again. "He cursed me to become this disgusting creature," he spat. I turned my eyes to the screen to see a big obsidian wolf with red glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth. My breath caught in my throat. "Why d