Cursed Minion Images Novels & Stories

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

Though I was in an advantageous position, I approached Joey cautiously. Before going to Black Furies, Orathe had warned me, "Remember, be careful of the Black Furies royal members' curse at the last moment of the battle. The Heimann's bloodline has a special Gift; they can choose to exchange their soul for a curse. Instead of returning to Moon Goodness after death, they turn into black flames that chase after the person they hated the most during their lifetime. That flame can't be extinguished by water unless the enemy is burned to ashes. It is one of the most terrifying curses, so you must be cautious. Alisha, I am giving you the Moon Stone of our pack; it can stop the curse. So, during th

I asked him. “Kekeke! Seemed like you didn't get the logic, Cerina. Demon kings’ curses are very different from vampire mages' curses. Just like graces, demon kings’ curses have physical forms...” He stopped for a moment and snapped his fingers, showing me something in my vision. A small violet-colored ball just materialized above his opened palm. And there's a floating fox sign inside it.

The word curse reverberated within me, clenching my soul tightly. One of the elders stepped forward, staff tapping against stone. “The curse upon your line has already claimed generations. It is no small matter.” “No,” Lucien agreed, and his voice shifted then— to an aching truth. “It is not.” Through the bond, images began to surface, unbidden and fragmented. I saw a young Lucien, not yet hardened by rule, standing beside a boy who looked identical to him, laughter unburdened by fate. I saw the same boy lying pale and lifeless upon bloodstained stone, a dark mark crawling across his veins like ink spreading through water. Beside him, lay a woman, with the same fate.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

“Something communicated… inside his consciousness. It wasn’t the wolf—it was… something different.” The trembling wolf suddenly contorted violently, a distorted growl erupting from its throat. Its eyes flew open—black, murky, unnatural. Rowan shoved Aria behind him just as the wolf lunged. But it didn’t reach them. A warrior collided with the creature in mid-air, forcing it to the ground. Others hurried to restrain it. “It’s possessed!” someone cried out. Possessed wasn’t entirely accurate—but Aria understood its true nature. Cursed. A curse so ancient that it belonged to the darkest of the Moon’s forsaken offspring.