Cursed Plane Novels & Stories

And judging by the fact that Tristan did not move his hand, neither did he. Abe continued drawing on the napkin, he did not look up again. The plane continued through the sky toward Prague, carrying us toward an artifact that might explain Tristan’s curse and perhaps reveal something neither of us was fully prepared to understand yet—two signatures, two bloodlines, a mechanism that had never been meant for one person alone. I kept my eyes on the window, Tristan did the same. Our hands remained where they were for the rest of the stretch of the flight that followed.

What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.

The restless power inside of him pulled his paws, steering the plane towards inevitable death. It took everything Jinx had to pull the plane to the side, skidding through the sky away from the supernatural pull out to get him. He couldn't see anything at all with the white light still blinding him. But he heard the ripping sound of metal and felt the plane rock out of control. The wing was gone and he was fucked. He might have been blind, but Jinx could feel the plane tumbling through the air. It had to be plunging towards the ocean because that was what planes did when they crashed. They went down. Even planes made of Chaos magick.

Kaen" V4, Bankotsu isn't going anywhere for the time being since he wants us to bring him before the Queen, please calm down and take a seat while I explain to them. If you're still fixed on killing him then do it after dinner or even tomorrow morning, I assure you that he will still be there and if I'm wrong then I'll find him, bring him before you and let you have the honor of killing him." ------------------------------------------------------------------------ News with V3 This just in, A curse is slowly spreading throughout Ralux. This curse seems to be an extremely powerful one and it's believed to be casted by the Grim Reaper who appeared on episode 9 (Chapter 13) of ICW V2. of ICW V2

ALPHA HUGO’S OFFICE Alpha Jude burst into Alpha Hugo’s office, clutching an old, worn book to his chest. His face was stern, eyes frantic. “Alpha Hugo! I found this book!” he gasped, rushing to the desk and slamming it down. “Look, it says the curse can be killed!” “Really?” Alpha Hugo’s reply was calm, almost disinterested, too slow, too measured for the panic that had caused the Alpha instructors. Everyone was going mad and the Academy was in chaos.

None of us dare to speak, the weight of the recent incident hanging heavy in the air. Curses bring bad luck and death. But I didn’t know that it was capable of possessing someone. The door creaks as Celine walks inside the lounge. She looks at all of us, her face tense. “This curse…it's dangerous. It's not just magic. There’s a soul that controls it, and right now it has possessed Ezra.” She mutters. “A soul? You mean like a ghost?” Drake asks. “Something like that. It explains why this curse is so deadly and has wiped out an entire Alpha family. It can hear things, move around the house using Ezra as the anchor, and use its powers to harm anyone.”

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"

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

He chuckled silently. Ruby stared at him as she waited for his reply. “Since we’re running out of ideas it wouldn’t hurt to listen to other plans." Ruby walked to the map and stared at it. She pointed to the center of the map and said, “In three days, there will be a festival in the Cursed Land. Where all the three clans will gather together to celebrate the Dead Day. There we can enter the land without being noticed. Once we find their map, we can return back to plan for victory.”