Cursed Star Wars Images Novels & Stories

Outside, the night pressed heavy against the castle walls, the wind whispering through the stone as though carrying secrets from the mountains. Alaric sat behind his desk, his storm-grey eyes tracing the borders marked across a spread of maps. The candlelight caught the faint scar near his temple, a mark from battles fought long before he became Alpha. His jaw was set, but not in anger. He had the look of a man too used to silence, one who found little rest even when the war had quieted.

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

He signaled to the others, and they emerged from the cars, their own guns drawn. As they prepared to move forward, Josh called out from behind. "Victor, wait! Remember, we need the cursed wolf alive." Victor hesitated, his grip on his gun tightening. He had almost forgotten about that. Their mission was to capture Aria, the half-breed with the cursed wolf's blood, not to kill her.

She smoothed her fingers over the cover, “Generation after generation, it was passed down. And thus, the three warriors birthed from the stars found themselves eternally compelled to seek out the source of their missing Goddesses magic in a bid to finally bring it home.” I stepped closer to Orion in an attempt to offer some semblance of support. His hand slipped from my own, but before I could mourn the loss it slid up to my lower back. Heat flooded my face and I glanced away from the two of them in embarrassment. Leave it to Orion to make me blush even after having a bomb dropped on our heads. “That doesn’t explain how we ended up cursed.”

That seemed to work at least. "Thank you." I said but she didn't reply. Not that I care. I kept looking out the window, trying to get rid of my nervousness. I distracted myself with the many beautiful sights we passed by. The carriage rode through what I assume to be a market due to how busy it is. I could see slave trade shops, human girls were shamelessly being auctioned like animals and it made my blood boil. Vampires really have no value for human life, it's no wonder my species have been at war with them for centuries. Their cruelty is legendary.

All the sensory glass doors, space elevators and sterilized steel labs, just to name a few, make the Ultara interior feel like a NASA station. Later we got to our very first class. We settled in our seats for World History and waited for the teacher to call the roll. Cammie came back and took a seat with me and Alyssa. The smirk on her face grew even more smirky as I stared at her and shook my head. Then the girl she went with earlier appeared with a flushed face. Her hazel eyes almost looked glassy as if she was high on crack. "Seriously?" I said. "Already on the first day of school?"

It ended up that the so-called dark Luna is actually a twin sister for Lucas's cursed mate, and she wasn't any better than him. She did not only stole life out of her sister, and kept her locked between two worlds ( living, and death worlds.). She even stole the mate of her sister. Being the sick creature she is, one mate isn't enough for her. As we agreed on what each of us shall manage, I moved on to start with the first move. The move inquires that I shall start by sparing some fake news about the cursed luna, which I did with all pleasure. Then, I started waiting for her to give the signal for our next move...

Brian Bennet's POV We stop in our tracks. This is not good. I try to mind link back to our Silver Cresent pack perimeter guards asking for help. These pisachs are known to be ruthless and since they are born out of dark magic, it is considered very bad to be bitten by them. Many werewolves prefer to die rather than survive as a wolf pisach hybrid. “Well, well, well what do we have here. I was hoping for a delicious meal of this tasty human and I am rewarded with two playmates too. Looks like we are going to have a lot of fun” the pisach drawls with a glint in his eyes.

she offered, showing us the way into the huge castle. Entering its hallway, there were a few people, all of them busy with one thing or another. But most of them were found cleaning the furniture on the walls. They were all werewolves like us, there was a rule against taking in humans as hostages, all was to keep balance between the humans and werewolves. It would have been the same for vampires but they were always thirsty. The castle was mostly decorated with ornamental flowers, even the paintings on the walls were paintings of flowers. Only a few frames showed portraits of past rulers of the pack and even one had a picture of the moon goddess herself.

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.