Cursed Eddsworld Images Novels & Stories

The darkness and light of this world and I'm not afraid of the darkness anymore, I've been there before "You're filled with wickedness, anger, hatred, and bitterness... You allowed yourself to be clouded with evil that you no longer have a conscience" "Eden….!!" "You choose to allow the evil once to manipulate you and use your soul, what kind of Alpha offers death as a punishment, how can a lady be as ruthless as the devil" "How dare you cross your limit???!" "You want me to let go off lady Maddison when the truth is you aren't ready to leave Edward"

My mother said. “No! We should bury him. He deserves a proper--” “We should be quick.” My father cut me off so Ilooked at my mate. “We’ll bury him in our pack.” He said and got an empty glass container and started gathering the ashes. *** Blood on my palm drops of blood on my body. I was covered with blood, I looked in front and saw myself in the mirror holding my mate dead with blood on his neck. My mouth was covered with blood. “AHHHH!” I screamed and sat up. And realized it was only a nightmare, I kept having nightmares after that incident in Mt. Peramidia. They believed that Edgar sacrificed himself to cut the curse but I doubt it, what if he didn't?

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

I shot her a look. “Forget it,” I said. Aidrac was waiting to hear too, and for some reason, I wasn't enthusiastic about him knowing I was possessed. I remembered our conversation in the healing den, he was the first person to reassure me that I wasn't cursed. I didn't want him knowing he was wrong, that I am cursed—or at least abnormal. “Rhea is Lunara, the moon goddess,” Aravelle said. Oh, for god's sake. “The one in the myth?” Aidrac asked, a brow raised.

“Do either of you intend to behave even slightly like civilised men while we’re here?” “Civilised is boring,” Corvin said cheerfully. “I’d rather amuse the enemy. Or at least myself.” Edric rolled his eyes. “If amusing yourself involves making us all look like fools, I’ll consider it a minor war crime.” “War crime? Really, Edric. Must you always ruin the fun with technicalities?” Corvin tossed his hair back, the sunlight catching just enough gel to glint like a jewel. “I’m an artist, darling. If my art is lethal, it is simply a happy accident.”

Alastair “Sexual compulsion.” I repeated the words in my head, mulling over the implications of such a curse. It was a twisted form of magic, one that left me perplexed as to why a witch would bestow such a cruel fate upon someone. Julia seemed pleased by my silence, her fingers tracing patterns on the table as she continued to speak. "Whenever she nears her heat cycle, she'll fall sick without any apparent reason. Over time, her condition will worsen, and she'll experience the most intense sexual cravings, bordering on compulsion. It's not merely hypersexuality or OCSB—it's a craving that will drive her to the brink. If she doesn't find satisfaction that meets her desires, she'll die from t

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s