Cursed Images Mha Novels & Stories

I was certain I had not been seeing things, and I certainly was not hallucinating. How could that text message have vanished for no reason? More importantly, what did that text message mean? Could it be that the valedictorians for the past SATs scorers had not committed suicide? Instead, they were murdered? Was it really the curse of the valedictorian? Would I die tonight, too? At that thought, a chill ran down my spine. After informing the police, I started a livestream. With the words “The Valedictorian Herself” in the title, tens of thousands of people flooded into the livestream in an instant. The number kept growing steadily. I quickly reached one million concurrent viewers.

Arthur growled “She has to.” “Our mate is fierce and balanced.” Arthur said warmly “I know.” Damian said “ We should bring her home. Back to Blackmoon.” Arthur suggested “No. Not yet.” Damian flatly said, blocking out Arthur as he growled frustrated. Damian’s eyes moved it the holographic archive. Something felt off. He tapped the screen and stopped. Several record files were missing Just then, the door to the study creaked open. Hope stepped in, holding up her note pad. “Marisa is responsible for the missing records. Her Guard Raul delivered them.”

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

Ethan muttered as he looked at a photo of William's future partner in the film he was going to star. That girl really looked simple and innocent. Most surprising of all, this will be the girl's first film. Will the director not regret including her in this big project? Moreover, be a lover from an actor like William Redorge? *** To be continued... Welcome to my first warewolf genre story. Hope you all will like this story

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

They had come to observe and celebrate her joy and happiness, but it looked like they would bear witness to her shame and embarrassment instead. "You are eighteen now, and you haven't shifted to your wolf form yet. Although it never happened before, I was willing to look past it, that maybe you needed time. But now I found out it's a curse?" "Justin, please listen to me-" Mia started. "Listen to what? I am to be the Alpha of my pack! I can't afford to marry someone who is cursed. Mating you with how weak you are without your wolf would be embarrassment enough, but coupled with this? It would be humiliating! Goddess knows if you won't give me cursed pups too" He snapped, causing Mia to draw i

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

I retorted without respect for any one of them. Everyone who attained the position of membership in the high council of our coven did nothing but played politics in their agendas. This same dirty works was what made them turn blind eyes when my family fell sick, we were at a tight spot and needed support but the so called leaders quarantined us till they died, thus the hatred for them. "Have you succeeded in what we asked you to do?" The head council spoke, she wore a bigger robe than the rest of the members. Not much people knew her name, myself included and all we were aware of was she was the oldest witch in our entire coven but to me she definitely was not the wisest or even close to one

Marcus thought worried . " hhaa hahaha when the trust is breaking , mate bond is changed to hate, it's the time for the curse to overpower.Its the time of change of fate . Let's see what happen next?" came the sinister reply again from his wolf, but he knew this isn't Fire who was speaking it was the curse, again. The evil laugh and the mean word indicated it , without a say . " Didn't it end?" Marcus couldn't help but asked anxiously.As his eyes widen in horror.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.