Cursed Eye 소설 & 이야기

Eyes glowing red. A voice whispered into the wind. “She has the crown. Let the curse begin.”

What he did not expect was that the rule was made to protect them from the truth because as it turned out, during the day, they looked so much alive but the damned crew of the ghost ship would revealed their true self under the moonlight and Niccoli watched these skeletons performed all sort of chores with wide eye. He saw Samuel, not too far away from where he was. The guy was the friendliest of them all and he overheard his conversation with another of his crewmate, the same guy who has a weird thing going on with his eye. "Once we get rid of the curse, we will be rich men and you can buy an eye that actually fits and made of glass." "This one does splinter. Something terrible, I must say.

he says and stomps off. “What was that about?” Haley ask “Is everything alright here?” David asks. “I saw the evil eye of envy on his wife’s arm and offered my help..." “The evil eye of what?” Haley asks. “It’s a demon curse that is placed on someone by malevolent glare when the person is not aware. I read it in one of Father Frank’s journals.” “The wife is hexed?” David asks. “Yea I think. The mark on her arm looked like Gyllou’s curse.”

Celeste's voice came through the creaky wooden door of the basement. “I’m coming.” I grumbled and stood up from my thin mattress. Nothing good ever came out during my birthday, I wondered what dreadful assignment they had in store for me today. I picked up a small broken mirror from the side of my bed and inspected my eyes. The black contact lenses were still in place. Good.The special lenses hid the violet eyes I had been born with, the same eyes that had me labeled me as cursed and unnatural. I adjusted my sturdy dress and headed upstairs, only God knows what awaited me there. Immediately I stepped into the room, I squinted my eyes and finally opened them when my eyes fully adjusted to the

Half wolf. “Molten yellow,” my father had said once when I was no older than seven, his voice grim, his eyes cutting into me. “If you ever see eyes that burn like the earth’s core, beware. That one carries the dragon’s curse in their blood. Fire strong enough to burn through the bond of a pack. Fire that does not bow to anyone.” And now those eyes belonged to Zara. I shifted in my seat, knuckles tight around my pen. My thoughts tangled until they threatened to choke me. It couldn’t be. Could it?

“Why do you say so, eye of the gods?” “Echi, a curse have been made on our head, which restricts you from bearing children. The only way to break the curse is to pay a painful sacrifice. A sacrifice that will affect you badly and make your life meaningless. Useless. As we all know, nothing in this world is free. A man cannot harvest yams on a farmland when he has not levelled the ground for the yam tendrils to dwell.” “I don’t understand, eye of the gods. Your words makes no meaning to my ears. What you speak is strange and beyond the understanding of the human mind.”

I followed his gaze and stared out the broken windows at nothing but the shadows of the trees. Until it came out, stumbling out of its hiding place. I didn’t know how to describe it, but I was sure of one thing. It was an abomination. “What is that?” I whispered, curling closer to Raphael as our eyes never left the hideous creature that slowly kept dragging itself towards us. It snarled, snapped its jaws, which had large fangs coated with a never ending fountain of saliva, at us, and I swallowed air. “A Cursed.” He spat, venom heavy in his voice and I shuddered.

Everyone else is calm and collected as if nothing out of the ordinary is going on. I glance back over at the crying infant, her little eyes filled with tears that roll down her fawn-coloured cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve seen her eyes, and I can’t help but feel surprised as I take in their appearance. They’re intense, like pools of lava formed by a dazzling gold around the pupil that bleeds into a vibrant crimson red. As a Goddess, I had expected her to be born with silver eyes like the other Gods, but instead, they are the perfect mix of her mother’s golden eyes and the blood red that once signified Oshmin’s curse.

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

Celeste's voice came through the creaky wooden door of the basement. “I’m coming.” I grumbled and stood up from my thin mattress. Nothing good ever came out during my birthday, I wondered what dreadful assignment they had in store for me today. I picked up a small broken mirror from the side of my bed and inspected my eyes. The black contact lenses were still in place. Good.The special lenses hid the violet eyes I had been born with, the same eyes that had me labeled me as cursed and unnatural. I adjusted my sturdy dress and headed upstairs, only God knows what awaited me there. Immediately I stepped into the room, I squinted my eyes and finally opened them when my eyes fully adjusted to the