Cursed Tails 소설 & 이야기

“Yeah, everything. In fact, he is listening to our conversation right now.” “Wow, that was totally freaking awesome, dude! I haven’t read any online stories about the werewolf beast inside you that have their own mind. You’re truly one of a kind.” “Not just it, bro. The beast has more than one tail. Regular wolves just have one tail but when I shifted on my birthday, it grew three tails. Isn’t it that weird?” “You are really cursed, dude. We just hope it will not come to the point that the beast will have control over your body.”

They felt pity for Dakota since she will definitely be crashed. "Fight with my big one first, Dakota." Frederick patted the Cursed Gorilla. "Do well, Monstrus." The Cursed Gorilla nodded. He looked at Dakota and gave her bloodshot eyes. He was about to attack Dakota when a beam of light suddenly made them blind. When the light slowly disappeared, they were shocked to see a huge Nine-tailed Fox! That's a rare spirit beast. Although not big as the Cursed Gorilla, the crowd could feel that the Nine-tailed Fox is stronger than Frederick's spirit beast.

The scientist looked back at the male tailed beast and at the same time, the crystal gem glowed bright red causing the neck of the scientist to suddenly crack, that ended his life. The male tailed beast with big ears and the female tailed beast looked at each other, not stating a word but both knew in their stares, there were people behind them that they were ready to kill them. But before they could attack, the male tailed beast was able to control them to drop their weapons and the female tailed beast showed her third tail, a long fish tail full of sharp scales. When the male tailed beast lifted them a few inches above the ground, the female tailed beast showed the beautiful sharp scales t

Malakai lets out a strong exhale of air between the space of his teeth and then inhales soon after, filling his lungs with a breath of fresh air so he can speak once more. "Tell me, my beloved. Do you know about the Hallowtail's trump card?" Ellensandria shakes her head but then speaks up once she ponders the question for a few moments. "No, the clans' creations were led by another mother of nature, not I." Malakai lowers both of his hands to his side. A steel bucket of oil is on his left side. Slowly, he dabs the tip of the torch with the black sludge. His voice comes out as thick as mud. "Every clan has a grimoire that only a member of that clan can read. Within its text explains the curse

Wolves tearing each other apart. Bodies covering stone temples. Silver-eyed women screaming while dark creatures rose from beneath the earth itself. I gasped painfully. “What is this?” The woman stepped closer. “The beginning of your curse.” “My curse?” Her expression darkened. “You think only Marten is cursed?” Cold fear slid through me. “No…” “Marten inherited the beast.” The blue flames surged higher. “You inherited the balance meant to chain it.” I stared at her numbly. “I don’t understand.” “You will.”

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

As Kruz was busy making threats and wandering around like it was his frea*ing bedroom, the door opened and the real owner of the room walked inside. "Your highness!" Kruz instantly placed the glass down and bowed a little with his hand on his heart in respect. When was this torture going to end? "The day went well," Conrad mumbled while Kruz helped taking off his long coat. Conrad seemed tired and even exhausted, he must have started to feel the intensity of the curse now. The blue in his eyes looked darker as he lifted his face up to the ceiling and exhaled desultorily.

The gold pulsed once and power spilled through the room, in a silent roar, reality bending beneath an ancient curse that needed no words. A hiss filled the room, long and low and final. A high pitched scream tore through Tilly's lips, then her body convulsed. Blood bubbled from her skin, dark and thick. Then it moved. The blood slithered, split, and turned into a hundred of tiny, wet, crimson snakes that burst from her arms, her legs, her throat, her eyes. They writhed and hissed, tearing through flesh and bone, devouring her from within until—

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.

Without hesitation, I let go and let the beast take control. With each stride, I got closer to the cursed pool that had almost claimed me once as I thundered through the jungle, four paws rapping the ground with deadly rhythm. With its ragged arch opening like a beast about to devour me whole, the cave's mouth emerged into view. I changed into my human shape and rushed forward, bursting into the darkness without slowing. In the darkness, that foul, glistening water radiated a radiance too lovely to be anything but lethal. Like a live creature, it pulsed softly.