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.”

"The Cursed wolf: Aurora in Shadow?" "Evidence Suggests Aurora's Powers Are Not From the Moon Goddess!" "Leaked Photos Show Evidence of a Curse—Is the Pack at Risk?" I sat up in bed so fast I got dizzy. My thumb scrolled furiously, tapping through article after article, my heart pounding louder with every new headline. My face stared back at me, pale, wide-eyed, captured mid-expression at the last ceremony. Someone had even edited dark shadows under my eyes, making me look like some possessed doll.

“You were trying to rewrite the world in your own image. Pain made you god.” A tremor shot through the corridor. Varian’s hand hovered near Liora’s back—not touching, but anchoring her by presence alone. Edda leaned forward, pixel-face inches from Liora’s. “You don’t fear me,” she said. Liora met her gaze without flinching. “I fear what you do with the pain you collect. You worship it. You feed on it.” Edda’s lips curled, first into a smile, then into something monstrous.

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!"

"I really thought the mysterious goddess of yours was part of my portal's unknown side effect, you know, hallucination?" Sarreth said as she sat in front of her own laptop. Sarreth's statement ended up causing my brow to furrow. What the hell with her self-invented portal's side effect? With such a beautiful face and voice, is that goddess still a work of hallucination? "There's no way, Sarreth; the smell of her blood can literally drive me insane, like yeah," I said with a smile. "I'll go to any dimensions to get my hands on that treasure," I added, making Sarreth laugh.