Encanto Cursed Images Novels & Stories

She doesn't want to put her in a difficult situation. "And, what do you mean by human like you? Aren't you Encantadas?" "Technically we're not Engcantados, we are a local Islander, they lured us inside here. We can't anymore go back to the Island because we ate the black rice. That black rice will enchant you forever. Once you eat it, you can never return," she holds her hands while shaking. "Young miss, save yourself from here" her last words while she runs back to the kitchen.

The golden light under her skin flared bright. “No,” she whispered, backing from the window. “Not now—” But she saw it. A flash—his vision bleeding into hers through the curse. Kael in the middle of a burning forest, sword drawn, surrounded by shadows that didn’t move like men. Creatures born from the curse itself. He was bleeding, his crimson magic sparking wild, uncontrolled. Then it faded, leaving only the echo of his heartbeat against hers. Elara swore under her breath. She didn’t think—she moved.

What kind of terrible mother am I? The king shushed her, "shh, please stop beating yourself up. I don't want your health to be affected. Everything that happened was done by Meela. She solicited the help of a dangerous witch who cursed Kathy. That was the reason we all hated her. I am even appalled by the fact that I almost hung someone to death, how much more the fact that she is our princess. But I know we were all under the influence of the witch's curse. I feel better that she is with Mason. Everything surely makes sense now. The prophecy said that she would marry Mason but because of the curse, Mason ended up asking for Athena's hand in marriage.

There was something everybody in the room had in common, and that thing is their evil and gut-killing aura. None of them were smiling. But if there was anybody that had the most notorious and evil expression, it was the guy sitting in the direction opposite the other six. He had the darkest hair in the world, dark-brown eyes that showed his hatred against humanity and his devilish personality. Across his left cheeks is a beautiful yet sleep-tormenting tattoo of the Indian red Scorpion. Raven seemed to be in torture as he looked at the six men before him. His hands were balled into a fist and it seemed like he was holding his breath as he observed each of their faces.

A woman’s scream echoing through time: “The curse will choose. And it will destroy.” “Elora!” Joel’s voice broke through the storm in her head. His hands gripped her shoulders, anchoring her. His eyes blazed with desperation. “Stay with me. Don’t let him take you.” “I… I can’t stop it,” she gasped, tears streaking her face. “Joel, the curse—it’s alive.” Kerric stepped closer, his aura pressing down on them like a storm. His golden eyes glowed with triumph. “That’s right. Stop fighting, Elora. You belong to me.”

Soon, a silver orb opened in front of us and I saw the image of myself at 18 years… then me drinking tea… the silver faded, and then a present image of me drinking from the Thermos…” I gasped. “Darling, Were you able to shift on your 18th birthday?” Eleanore asked. I shook my head NO. “See the first image, it is from the first curse… I am guessing it is from your 18th birthday. It is a double curse… the poison you drank drains your powers and transfers it to another vessel, there is also a curse placed on an object… that concealed your wolf and locked it up to be a power-milking cow…” She said, giving me a sad look.

Chapter Fifteen—A painful memory She healed me?? “How’s that even possible?” I snorted, “She’s cursed. She has no healing power.” “We don’t know how too.” Imelda muttered, it was clear how tired she was, “I wouldn’t believe it myself if I didn’t witness it.” “What did you witness?” I asked. I wanted to know. “Her markings,” Uncle Lenard answered instead, “You should’ve seen her markings. They looked like they were moving as she held onto her hand. It was almost like a succubus.”

A small flinch could be seen from her at his words and this seemed to please him as he smiled,one which fitted his devilishly handsome face, sometimes it was as though he smiled knowing how well it fitted him and hid his tainted soul. "Not to worry,I have not come here for that,I do not waste energy on measly things" "Then why are you here?" "I wish to lift a curse" He said raising his hand,he pulled the sleeves of his left arm and right beneath his elbow was a writing,it looked like an ancient language and to a normal persons eyes,it may resemble a tattoo but alas,they were curses. "I cannot lift this" Linda said after assessing the writings. "And why's that,are you no witch?"

Her answer sure came as a surprise to me. “It’s hard to understand this but the ancestors of the Goldsman were lycanthrope. It’s said that the Eldest Goldsman was referred to as Lord. He was cursed by a nasty witch after he ordered her execution for murdering innocent kids in name of sacrificial rituals. Due to it, he underwent a lot of trouble.” Caitlyn had a distant look in her eyes, staring past my shoulders towards the forest behind me.

I had to find a picture of her dead mother—something that would strike at the heart of her resistance. Once I arrived, I rifled through her draws, searching for anything that could tether her. When I finally found it, a worn photograph tucked away in a dusty corner, I felt a rush of satisfaction. This would be the key to breaking her. I could feel the magic swirling in the air, ready to be unleashed, and I was determined to make her face it. Elara would have no choice but to embrace the darkness, or I would ensure she’d never leave the chapel alive. With the picture tucked securely in my pocket, I left Elara’s room, and took a walk back to my own room, locking the door behind me.