Cursed Pictures Novels & Stories

His breath caught in his throat—a clear warning that he had felt this before, the day he lost control over her at the mansion. And now the same fire was climbing up through his chest. He walked to the desk, planted both hands on it, and leaned over, trying to restrain his own body, his own mind. Trying to keep that version of himself from surfacing again. But sanity was impossible to maintain with a photo like that on his phone. He unlocked it again. Opened the image. And this time, the curse that escaped him came out low, rough, almost animal. The sound of a man who had crossed that line once before… and was dangerously close to crossing it again.

Matt rubbed his face, trying to get his mind to come up with any logical answer but came up empty, he never listened when his father brought up werewolf history, he always found it boring and couldn't understand what his father found so interesting about it. “It says, the child will be of human kind with god like power flowing through their hands, forced to be mated to a beast of the night,” James read further, looking up at Matt, "Maybe that is what 'Cursed by the moon' is implying," He suggested. “What's this picture?” Matt asked, pointing to the black and white picture on the opposite page James was reading. “It's the tablet the legend was written on,” James said, looking up at Matt. “But

Conan shrugged “ well not exactly , you gotta see the content “ “ what the actual fuck “ ten or so pictures dropped open from the envelope , all my words got lost at once as I gazed at the photographs that had fallen on the ground . Each of the photograph was filled with proactiveness , a girl was sitting in a dingy room on a chair , clad in a fluffy and lacy lingerie , in another she was completely naked with nipple piercings - but the scary thing was , the girl in the photos didn’t look proactive at all compared to her dress , she was covered in blood , I couldn’t see her face as in each photograph her face was mutilated as if someone had clicked on the photos and then use a sharp blade to

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

I flip the rest of the book looking for anything that sticks out. The curse ment for my mother was onew of the last things written in the book. After that is page after page of scribbled drawings of a demonic figure. I am not sure what these drawings might mean, but they are very dark, and they give me the creeps. on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge."

He pushed to his feet then, sliding the first pile of pictures over to me and spreading them out, and as I stared down at the pictures, a frown crept into my face, explicit images filling my vision. “I should warn you,” he started, placing his hands on his lips, “some of them are really bad. My friend at NYPD really had to get through a lot to get me these images.” My eyes were boring holes into the pictures on the desk now, burning bright and hot. “What am I looking at?” I demanded in a gruff voice, queasiness starting low in my tummy. Tattered limbs and legs were scattered around in the picture I was staring at, so gruesome a sight.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

My heart raced, but I didn’t pull away. “You’re cursed,” I whispered. “But you don’t feel like a curse to me.” “That’s because you don’t know what I’m capable of when the curse takes hold,” he said, voice rough. “It’s not just immortality, Aria. It’s hunger. Darkness. Rage that never dies. If I let you close, you won’t survive me.” “Maybe you’re wrong,” I said before I could stop myself. My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Maybe I’m the one who can survive you.”