Cursed Xiao Images Novels & Stories

I groaned in frustration, was about to just keep the file back in its position to prevent Alexandro from realizing that I had tampered with it. I was about to just give up on finding out from this file what Alexandro's sick plan was but then the sign of hard pressed pen tip on paper rekindled my hope. I continued to flip until I got to the page that had something in it, words accompanied with pictures. I gasped. The first picture was of Valencia standing next to Alpha Dario, the ruler of dark waters, the werewolf province that we now live in. I tried to calm myself down. There's no way! Maybe she's just his maid. It cannot be!

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.

But that image soon warped, replaced by him coughing and choking as my eyes crossed the next line: "...bleed to death..." Blood. So much blood. Not just Kael… even that of the male that had tried to molest me in my pack— the male I took an eye from, blood in the cell… I tried to breathe. "...passed down through generations..." —his hands clutching at his throat, his body writhing. His skin turned pale, lifeless. "...affecting certain women..." "...unknowingly carrying the curse..." I slammed the book shut, trying to catch my breath which had picked up—fast, too fast. Blood, Kael coughing, choking, more blood, those haunting eyes... it was all I could see. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled

"Alaric." But what made Siron's blood freeze was the illustration on the next page: Alaric lay in a coffin, but black tendrils grew from his chest, spreading and choking the people around him. And in the corner of the image, there was a symbol, identical to the one on Siron's wrist. "The curse wasn't just a curse," Kit said, his eyes scanning the text. "I... I don't fully understand this language, but there are the words 'verschmelzung', fusion. And 'seele', soul."

For all eternity! Regardless of Park Junxian’s begging, threats, and enticements, Yang Xiao wasn’t moved in the slightest. When Yang Xiao stood before Park Junxian, the corner of his lips rose into an evil smile. “You like the torture of our country’s oil? As you wish!” Park Junxian’s face distorted with fear. In his eyes was the enlarged image of Yang Xiao! Bang! Yang Xiao suddenly raised his foot and kicked Park Junxian in the chest, sending him into the boiling oil pot...

Cammie looked at me dumbfounded. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yes," I nodded. "I don't make it up." "But how could she be the cause?" "She's not normal, Cammie," I said. "You'd already told me that," Cammie pointed out. "No, I mean she's not like anyone else," I said and tried to force the words. "She's- a psychic-vampire." "A psychic what?" Cammie echoed out bewilderingly. "A succubus if you prefer," I said again. "You read a lot. You know what dhampire is. You better know what a succubus means!"

With that, Alex slowly lowered the hand symbol. A terrified expression appeared on Colton’s face. He wasn’t satisfied with this outcome. He was only one step away from the Immortalization stage, and now, he was actually going to be killed by an ant. “Blood Curse. I know about the Blood Curse. There’s a Blood Witch in the Japan division. She knows all spells related to curses. I can take you to her,” Colton said. The Ksitigarbha’s hand symbol Alex summoned halted in the air.

CHAPTER 2 XEN Xen was more of a lone hunter than his brothers Kane and who Kai who worked as a duo, the two couldn't separate on quest. They understood each other very very well than they did with Xen.Xen's eyes were now no longer blue, they were converting to dark black. He was hungry and tired of being in the forest hunting for a werewolf girl called Lisate. Xen had a picture of Lisate in her back pocket. He could take it out- sit down and study it for as long as he would wish. The picture of Lisate looked exactly like her centuries ago lover Merisa.He wished that this would better be true because sometimes pictures lie. He couldn't wait to meet Lisa and see if she really resembled Merisa.

I small explosion resounded, and she started stirring again. “What are you?” “Charmer, I make potions, they often call us, love charmer but our ability doesn’t stop on love charming, it depends on us if we focus on making love potions but I prefer exploring my craft, and as long as it’s associated with potions.” She explained. “And what’s the sixth one?” “The Curse Hexer, the most powerful one, could cast a spell and your faith is sealed. They can create the deadliest spell and you’d never survive. You could drop into the ground dead in a blink.” That was mad deadly indeed.