Cursed Pictures Novels & Stories

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.

Charlotte's confession. "All my visions are true and I'm sure they are trapped in Sir Gregorio's paintings!" Said Alyssa. "When I touched Sir Gregorio's hidden paintings in the black cabinet, it was like I was going back in time. I saw how the painting sucked them. Even the paintbrushes are hidden in a small box, when I touched the paintbrushes, I saw their frightened faces." "I'm scared of what you're saying, Alyssa." Said Charlotte. Alyssa closed her eyes before speaking again.

He prefers to be a strong and rebellious man in challenging action films. "This is not pure romance. In fact, the director chose you because you are considered very compatible with Peter's strong character," Ethan corrected. William sighed again, "no," he said then took a sip of his beverage. Not only a manager, Ethan is also William's cousin. The two of them grew up together since childhood. Ethan is the closest person to and knows all about William. Including the real identity of the 29 year old man, who is a werewolf. The existence of werewolves is like a joke to most of people in the world. But there are also those who believe, even obsessed with finding proof. But in fact, the creature

When she saw that he wasn't present even after another hour had passed, she stood again and then sighted the door that leads to the BDSM room he took her to the last time. She walked towards it carefully and opened the door, on opening it, she saw the same materials she had seen then there the last time only that there were large pictures of how the process looked like. She saw pictures of a man flogging a woman in the ass, she saw pictures of a woman sitting on a man's face, the man seemed to be eating her out. She saw pictures of a woman tied to a pole and being fingered. She saw all sorts of erotic pictures that she couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in her pussy.

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

“You’re not but you are related to the thief.” I grabbed the folder from the drawer next to me and threw it in her direction. Photographs in black and white were strewn on the coffee table. She gazed at them with interest. And stopped. She gasped. Every picture had a backstory and each one was worse than the last. Gory pictures taken at sweet, crazy angle, perfect for the blind to see. He gazed directly into the camera in one of the pictures, his eyes beseeching. He was seen kneeling on a patch of concrete with blood accumulating beside him in another image.

The war priest moved aside, revealing a low table set with a single item. “What is that?” She asked… “A little something we need to show you,” replied an elder. A large picture was covered with a veil. It glowed faintly blue. “The water that is cursed,” he said. “This is all we could extract. The healers say the land resists cleansing.” “And the antidote?” she asked. The priest didn’t answer. Riven stepped forward, gaze locked on her. “There is one,” he said quietly. “But… you must see it yourself.”

The pieces all looked like intricately carved, as my eyes roamed each piece. It looked as if each peice was a different looking monster, almost as if they meant something. My eyes skimmed through each individual piece falling on the Vampire. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself when I realized what I was looking at. A werewolf, a dragon, a vampire, and a witch. It was the most peculiar figurine set I had ever seen, but also the most one of the most beautiful. “I’d be careful with those if I were you, I heard it’s cursed.”