Cursed Minion Images Novels & Stories

A loud, gruttal growl, snarling, and the rattling of metal echoed against the wall as we walked deeper into the dungeon. We came to a halt in front of a steel-barred room, and a man—no, not a man—a beast growled at me, pulling the bars. My green eyes took in the abomination standing before me, a Cursed. Every bit of it unusual big eyes was pitch black, and large fangs covered with drool poked out of its mouth. Its skin was sicken grey and molten like old wall paint and sulken, and it clung to its bones. Even though its back was hunched, it was still almost larger than an average man.

Instead he was insulted in front of that bloody lady. With the smiles I feigned, I thought he would fall for it, but he didn't fall for the smile. Instead, he is just so annoying. I could see the excitement in her eyes when she is pronounced as the acting Alpha. She couldn't just reject the position like always. She is just foolish.. I know the Alpha picked her because of love. I doubt it if she loves the Alpha at all. She is just a monger. I wanted to let go when grandpa told me about the curse, I wanted to quit when he explained how they are fated to be one, because I know I have no chance against 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

"How will we know that you really are the the person you claim you are? That you're not one of these folks? I don't know, maybe you botched their breakfast, and they got mad and tied you up to punish you?" "What?" "If we free you, what's gonna stop you from stabbing us in the back the first moment you get?" "Fair enough." Otheric grunted, "take a gander at that fallen portrait on the vanity table." Minos indulged the drow and picked up the portrait on the table. He flipped it and found a painting of a pair of humans embracing a drow child. "This supposed to be you?" Minos raised the portrait right along Otheric's face and compared the two. "Alright, looks close enough."

The sword felt cold, even through the minion’s thick, clawed hands. Its blade shimmered with a subtle red hue mirroring Lucifer’s intent. The dark aura surrounding it whispered death. One of Lucian's trusted minions stared into its cruel shimmer, something unexpected flickered in his eyes, a memory.

Maven said. “Do you have pictures or anything?” Aurelian asked. “Yes, a few of the pack members sent pictures,” he said, taking another file. He dropped it on the table, and we gathered it. Maven and I gasp. “Goddess,” Felix said. The pictures are terrible; I can’t even recognise the person. Their eyes are pure white, and their skin is black. Then, with red veins all over their bodies, they look hideous. “What is this?” I asked.

Aíma, Órasi, Fos, Fotiá" "The blood of your guardian, Eyes of deception, Light of the moon, Fire of the sun. Craft me a key to undo the shackles. Craft me a key to unlock your locks. Craft me a key to release your hold. Blood, Sight, Light, Fire"

She turned to Vivian, who wore the same type of creepy smile. “What the hell does she mean by that?” my wolf, Amber, asked inside my mind. She was tired of Vivian and Veronica’s constant bullying, but, for my dad’s sake, I had made her promise not to hurt them. “But…” I was sure I’d heard correctly. I had no doubt that Vivian had cried over her mate bond with a cursed wolf. “But nothing, Lila,” Veronica said. “My daughter can’t be mated to a cursed wolf. He doesn’t even have a pack!” Her eyes were wild with fury.

Yet, among the myriad tales, two origins eclipse all others with their grotesque allure. The first speaks of a divine curse, where Cain, the Biblical figure marked by God, was condemned to an eternity of bloodlust. His once-human form twisted into a monstrous demon, cursed to wander the earth as the first vampyre. Over centuries, he donned countless identities, his latest mask being none other than William the Conqueror—a warlord whose thirst for blood was rivaled only by his hunger for power.

"She defiled our sacred ceremony!" "The human must die!" "This is blasphemy!" They started to shift with glowing eyes and lengthening teeth, ready to tear me apart right there in the ceremonial hall while I knelt frozen at that chair and unable to move or think. Then the Cursed Alpha stood in one fluid motion. His power rolled off him in visible waves that made every wolf coming towards me step back. "She is mine," he roared in a voice deep and cold as a winter grave. Even the Alpha King was shocked by those words.