Cursed Knuckles Novels & Stories

Chapter 34: "Tugged Into the Unknown," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 18 - 2027 ║ ║ Monday║ Class Day║ "Damn it," Muttering a silent curse within my hitching breath I eternally screamed within myself that I should have known someone would take the bait for my turn in the game. Now, the repercussions of my dark game had come for me, as it was also wrapped in that bloodstained bandage on Killian's pinkie fingers.

Why aren’t they working the way they are supposed to? I taste blood on my tongue from where I’ve been biting too hard in my lower lip. My magic power is running out. If I don’t want to resort to that, I need to finish this now! “Curse of poison. Curse of rot. Curse of internal bleeding. Curse of broken bones. Curse of pain…” I mutter so quickly under my breath that it becomes a reflex action. I keep going until I am sure he is dead then I stop.

Pain exploded through my knuckles but I roared, hitting the bag again with my other hand. Then again with the injured one, welcoming the agony because at least it was something I could feel besides the emptiness in my chest. Finally, my legs gave out. I collapsed onto the mat, staring up at the fluorescent lights, breathing so hard I thought my lungs might burst. I looked at my right hand. The knuckles were split open, and blood dripped onto the mat beneath me. “Shit.” The curse slipped out of my mouth. With a groan, I forced myself upright. Every muscle protested as I stood, swaying slightly.

"So, now that I've released you, why then are you here?" "Because I'm stuck with you." "Stuck... with me?" She pointed to herself as her eyes widened a bit. He nodded again, "More like we're both cursed to be stuck together." He explained plainly. "Cu- Cursed?!" Her eyes were wide as saucers now. "Yes, cursed." He kept on answering her calmly. "But... but how?" How is she cursed with this... demon man?

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

My claws had extended then my fingers become weapons that tore through him before I realized what I was doing, before my rational mind could wrestle control back from the monster. His cry split the corridor like breaking glass, a sound of pure shock and agony that cut through the air and embedded itself in my memory. The sound was cut short, brutally truncated as my claws that I could not sheath, could not retract, could not control, pierced too deep, finding the spaces between his ribs with predatory accuracy. His armor, crafted by the finest smiths in the realm, offered no protection against the supernatural sharpness of what the curse had made my hands become.

Something like amusement crossed his gaze. His lips moved slightly, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing. “F++k…” he cursed under his breath, his deep voice echoing through the tension in the air. He roughly removed his wet black gloves, dropping the gun onto his thigh and exposing a tattoo of a skull and guns on his left hand, while on his right, a casket and skeleton were inked across his knuckles. Alarm bells exploded inside my head. My lungs suddenly stopped functioning well; my stomach tightened as I acted on instinct, reaching for the door and forcefully twisting the lock.

His hand shook, tendons straining, and for one terrifying moment I thought his skin might split. The air thickened. Shadows rippled under his flesh, twisting, writhing. I saw the shape of claws pressing against his skin from the inside, a beast clawing to be free. His eyes burned too bright, gold laced with something darker, almost inhuman. My breath caught. “You’re cursed.” The words slipped out before I could stop them, but they hung heavy in the room. He straightened, forcing himself upright though his body trembled with the effort. “You know nothing.”

As Kruz was busy making threats and wandering around like it was his frea*ing bedroom, the door opened and the real owner of the room walked inside. "Your highness!" Kruz instantly placed the glass down and bowed a little with his hand on his heart in respect. When was this torture going to end? "The day went well," Conrad mumbled while Kruz helped taking off his long coat. Conrad seemed tired and even exhausted, he must have started to feel the intensity of the curse now. The blue in his eyes looked darker as he lifted his face up to the ceiling and exhaled desultorily.