Demon Slayer Cursed Images Novels & Stories

"The Cursed wolf: Aurora in Shadow?" "Evidence Suggests Aurora's Powers Are Not From the Moon Goddess!" "Leaked Photos Show Evidence of a Curse—Is the Pack at Risk?" I sat up in bed so fast I got dizzy. My thumb scrolled furiously, tapping through article after article, my heart pounding louder with every new headline. My face stared back at me, pale, wide-eyed, captured mid-expression at the last ceremony. Someone had even edited dark shadows under my eyes, making me look like some possessed doll.

“Situations change, Idamus…either way doesn’t change the issue that I need your help with.” “Hmm…” Idamus nodded, as he thought. “I’m just concerned…everything that seems to be happening right now is because of this demon.” He raised his hand in a plea at Ruben’s icy glare as his eyes started to blaze. “Hear me out…if you please…conflicts have arisen within your clan and that of Lord Semenov, you have taken responsibility for the slaughter of humans and the burning of two locations in the South of the city…there is also conflict arising from a werewolf pack up state that your men raided, fought with, killed and arrested the survivors for drug dealing…meanwhile reports coming in clearly state

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

I muttered. I turned the page again and saw a picture of something I recognized. It was a demon and it looked almost exactly like the ones we saw before, drawn in thick, black lines. Around it was a large circle, but the lines in the circle were too faint and dirty to fully make out what it was. “This isn’t working,” I groaned, sitting back on my knees as I stared to feel an ache in my head, it as if the book itself didn’t want me to read it. “These stupid books are useless.”

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

I'm in a dark large space that resembles a dungeon of some kind, I notice a few bondage contraptions on the wall and a shiver runs down my spine. When the three men finally stand in front of me, I'm able to take a good look at them. They all seem to be Vampires, they glare at me viciously, their stares like flying daggers. Two of them are dressed normally but the third person is wearing a black and red cloak. When the both of them give way for him, only then do I realize that he's carrying a tray of what seems like torture devices. I don't know much about Vampires but I've heard enough to know that they're ruthless.

Hades is an amazing artist. Another picture I saw a demon eating a heart. The strings were coming out of his own chest. Means he was eating his own heart. I gulped once again. In the next picture, I saw a man lying and his soul was leaving his body. Next, he drew a man smiling creepily. His smile was the most horrible thing he drew. Next, I saw a woman’s face. She was smiling through her lips but was crying through her eyes. Her eyes reflected torture but still she was smiling.

I will remember their faces till the day I die. The second one was younger than me, seventeen at most, the fourth had a birthmark on his cheek, and the fifth, a hickey on his neck. He probably hadn’t wasted time last night. And I killed them, cut them down like cattle. I know that it was evil. Yes, they came to us and were our enemies, but they wanted a fair fight, and deserved it. And I...I will probably be cursed. But can a half-demon be cursed?

Dane grinned, making sure I flinched uncomfortably. “Can we not talk about my relationship right now?” Dane chuckled as he picked up the image. “Alright, Ryden. Just apologize and make a grand gesture.” “Oh, Goddess.” Amelia picked up the worst and most graphic image. A white male body in his late twenties with a charred chest, hallowed eyes, mouth wide open, and cauterized claw marks on the lower abdomen. “You’ve seen this way of killing before?” “No, but can’t you see it?” She pointed at me, and I was still clueless.