Cursed Pictures Novels & Stories

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

Despite everything, a small breath of laughter escaped me. But it faded quickly. Because the truth was sitting heavy in my chest. We hadn’t just found a clue. We’d found proof. “Next time… we bring an army.” Someone had been quietly waging chemical warfare against the Crescent wolves for decades. And now that we knew… There was no way in hell we were walking away from it. As we neared the hummer Terrence let out a yell, and we quickly set him down. Alex came flying out of the Vehicle.

I didn't wait for him to finish before I waved him off, with everything going on right now, I can't entertain any more news, my little head cannot carry more sadistic news than it was already stocked up with. I rushed up to my room upstairs and started packing my stuff, I picked up my small backpack, it wasn't small just a little smaller than normal size I had it produce by a human for a piece of gem. Humans love our gem so much they could kill there brother because of it, they called it gold. I grabbed the family photo in my room and hauled it out of the window staring furiously at it as it flew out and into the neighbor's compound, shattering into pieces, my dad rushed into the room and st

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.

The plain cover hid the pages and pages of pictures Kiana had found in her explorations into the darker side of the internet. Halfway through she found the high-resolution black-and-white photographs she adored, the ones with a pair of red lips barely touching the head of a stiff c*ck or a woman pushed down onto a plush bed by a man taking her from behind. Often she had fantasies develop around these pictures, ones she typed down for her blog – ones she brought with her to bed late at night. She looked at a picture of a tall strong man holding a limp and naked girl in his burly arms, his face hidden by the shadow as he held his prize before him. Claimed by him.

"You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?" His face turned ashen, and he looked at me with a mix of desperation and helplessness. "What do we do? What do we do? I'm sorry, I swear I don't know anything about this." I picked up my phone leisurely, taking my time to scroll. "The silhouette in these photos... that's Jess, isn't it?" "Yes, yes, that's Jess!" His agreement came too quickly, his panic all too evident. "These unscrupulous media outlets are making things up! Babe, my heart belongs only to you, I swear! Don't believe their lies!"

The boy shook his head and continued to chew on his puff. "Fuck! Lisa exclaimed and looked around. She scanned the premises but nothing was unusual. She held tightly to the papers and returned to her car. She checked the pictures contained in the parcel thoroughly. They were her nude pictures. She was depicted in different sex scenes with an unidentified man whose face was perfectly cropped out. The picture looked like she was having sex with a ghost. It was the work of a professional.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.