Cursed Pictures Novels & Stories

Why? It was obvious it wasn’t trivial. If it were, no one would have gone so far to remove all trace of it. Then why was something so important kept a secret? “First, what do you think these beings are?” She asked, dropping the pictures on the table. “The Cursed, demon-possessed beings, or in this case, betas.” I replied. “And how do you know that they are The Cursed? It could be a science experiment gone wrong or something.” She shrugged.

Dylan curses after starting into the pictures. And this triggers me to take hold of the pictures. I raise them but make sure they're a foot away from my face before I look at them one by one. The afflicted wolf is a middle-aged man with a shock of brown beards. There's this look on his face that gives out how he derives a great deal of pleasure in killing and eating humans. I swallow hard when I see mutilated body parts and blood everywhere. Even though the pictures are black and white, they're terrible to look at.

“Her wolf has awakened. Her core has healed from the damage of years that your love did.” Her words felt like a blade over my wounds. How could my love make her suffer that much, and my distance soothed her? Grandpa was right. If I stayed away from her, she’d heal naturally. And now she was healed. She had a wolf and that too special one. It could mean the curse had broken. My eyes brightened.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

"All right. If at some point in the future you have reason to be on my computer, which you probably will, you may find some pictures of nude, mature women." Dakota's expression remained unchanged: "Okay, continue." "It is not what I would call p**n. To me, p**n is images of people mindlessly screwing anything that walks by. You know, 'hey, you're a girl, I'm a guy, let's fuck' kind of deal. My pictures are more what I call erotic art." Dakota added, "Okay, I can understand the difference. Keep going."

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.