Encanto Cursed Images Novels & Stories

Those years of waiting for his arrival never seem to end. It’s been five years now. The alpha is yet to be found, neither could Imogen find a way to lift the curse nor did she forget how Braylon was swallowed by a dark shadow right in front of her eyes. She is yet to discover what that shadow was. And she will stop at nothing to look for a way to lift the curse. ***

The floating ruins above them suddenly cracked violently. The realm itself trembled. Elena stumbled. “What’s happening?” The woman’s expression changed instantly. Fear. “Time is up.” The red sky split open suddenly with a deafening sound. The black ocean below them churned violently. “Elena listen to me carefully,” the woman said urgently while approaching her quickly. “The Francesco bloodline is cursed. And the necklace is waking up again.” The water rose higher instantly. Cold waves crashed around Elena’s legs. “What does that mean?!” Elena shouted desperately.

"Woah? Who died?" "You did! I felt your tether snap?" Damon looked angry, not at me but with emotion. I had never seen him use it before. "I have been trying to reach you all day." Esmerelda was calm and reading me. "Matice was taken by her father and the witch coven" He grabbed his head like he wasn't allowed to say what he was trying to. "Why are you all looking at me like I did something wrong?" "Tell me, child, what did you see?"

His gaze fell on a hickey on my collarbone, and he pressed me firmly onto the bed. I struggled desperately, screaming. A sharp knife pierced my skin, and blood covered the hickey. "Are you crazy?! Let me go!" Cade held me down with bloodshot eyes, the veins on his forehead bulging. "This will be the first time and the last time! I'll take down the news. Before I lose control, you better get back to normal!" The "normal" he was talking about was him having his intimate photos with his lovers all over the place, and me remaining unfazed.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

The marks sat still like an artifact etched into me. I wondered what they meant. I had never seen anything like this before. I touched the lines softly, careful not to drag my nails across the skin. There was nothing visibly extraordinary about them from my perspective, but this wasn't how a normal Omega's wrist looked — especially not one that could cure unimaginable things. Eleanor had once said I was cursed and should stay away from Rapheal. Funny how he was always the one provoking me. I was glad I had given him a taste of his own poison, even if the blade hadn't gone through.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

In short, he had taken a very handsome appearance today so he must really be in a bad mood. “What do you want to know? I need to return to breaking glass.” He asked dryly. “She can see ghouls and it's not because of the reaper’s markings.” “Isn't it obvious? She is cursed.” “What?!” Catalina blurted out. Before I could get hold of her, she'd already sprung out to face fate. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

Elena was unconscious, so she did not see any of it. Lucien lowered his gaze for a moment, making sure Elena still slept in his arms. Because what he was about to do... Was monstrous. “M-my woman?” Cairis coughed blood, horrified. “What do you mean Your Majesty? She is cursed—if she stays beside you, her curse will ruin you...” Her words ended in a scream. “Curse?” Lucien’s voice went deathly cold. “How dare you.” His gaze shifted toward the dark forest. “And you speak of death…” A savage smile touched his mouth. “You are the one who will die.”

It wasn't just a physical ailment; it was a manifestation of the darkness that had seeped into my life, born from betrayal and rejection. “It’s the curse,” I whispered, a shiver running down my spine. “It’s… stirring.” Nonna Lucia’s expression grew grave. “It’s more than a simple enchantment, Serafina. It’s woven into the very fabric of Lunaria, and into your own spirit. It feeds on your despair, on the absence of your mate’s protection.”