Novel & Cerita Hazbin Hotel Cursed Images

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

She remarked with certainty. “How about this relic?” Mauritius asks. “That was found in Cain’s room. Piece of a torn page from the book of Sacrifice at Zane’s. Photos of the crime scene in Mercimer and this piece of hex bag in Hercule’s room,” Velmont uttered. Mauritius opened his mouth to ask more about the evidence when he suddenly saw another set of photos in the evidence bag. His eyes widened in horror and picked up the stack of photos, “Where did you get this?” He asked in concern while staring at the Omega's lewd pictures.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

It wasn’t like I could leave her here or send her back. "Okay," I said, walking past her and breaking down the door of the carriage. The moon shone down on me, and the smell of blood filled the air. Hazem had killed the men riding the carriage as well as the horses. I looked over at the bloody scene as Camila alighted from the carriage, staring me down. I guessed she wanted an explanation. "Hazem is a curse the saintess cast on me because of a mistake I made many years ago. I can't control him. Sometimes he listens; sometimes he does things like this. And most times, he's murdered numerous brides I courted."

Pointing at the urn in my hand, he shouted. “No wonder Hubert’s been having heart palpitations lately. So, you are the one who’s been harming him in such a despicable way. You beast!” My head buzzed. I had no idea what he was talking about. The others were just as baffled. Hubert’s face was deathly pale as he explained fearfully, “For the past few days, I’ve been vomiting nonstop for no apparent reason, and I’ve been having heart palpitations and tremors, so I found a psychic. He said someone in my family has placed a cursed object close to me. They mean to do me harm.”

"What do you mean?" "Three out of seven substances used to create that virus are very harmful to our kind. It makes us lose our minds and pushes us to the abyss of craziness… Hazel's wolf is a True Luna's wolf, an incarnation of the goddess. If she went crazy, it would bring chaos, and we would never have been able to stop her in time," he explained, and Eric's shoulders slumped in defeat. His eyes watered, and his whole body trembled in fear. "What have I done?" he mumbled.

It was a crystal, and an image was preserved inside it. Hazel was sitting on her bed, weak but lucid, speaking to the crystal. "If my death is connected to someone, I ask Isla to find the truth. I suspect Meggie conspired with a warlock to place a fatal curse on me, while placing a harmless, fake curse on herself to gain sympathy." Hazel's image on the crystal spoke again. "For years, her 'illnesses' were never diagnosed by true pack healers, yet they always flared up at the most convenient moments, winning her the family's attention. And every time I questioned it, I was accused of being jealous."

It shone in the light illuminating overhead as he flipped the file open with shivering hands. "Bloody hell!" Cole expressed loudly while Hunter just lost his voice as their gazes fell on the first set of evidence— pictures of Zara taken from afar, but clear enough to show that it was her. They were not just any pictures... But pictures of her standing half naked in dark alleys, or fully naked in the BDSM club she went to. What made the pictures worse were men. Different men. Each picture had Zara with a different man, pressed against the wall or on the floor, being banged with legs either on their shoulders or in the air.

I had almost forgotten about the curse until Hera announced Hazel’s plan of arriving here for me. I immediately panicked, not knowing how to ward her off me. “I’m sure the curse was a hoax. You haven’t shifted into a Grypwolf even once, Stav,” said Leandros. Zephyrus shook his head, his eyebrows drawn together as he watched me. “These shamans are powerful. Their curses work. Stav will turn into a Grypwolf only in Hazel’s presence when he wants to claim her.” My heart constricted with fear. No, I couldn’t afford to accept Hazel as my mate. I couldn’t claim her.

She said, peering into my eyes, and I could see a glint of tears in her eyes. “We will, I can guarantee you that,” I said, glancing at Zahir before I left with Hikari and Morfan. I had left behind my spy butterfly to monitor them. It was all on Venus now. Curses had a weakness — they were parasites. They could either remain stuck to a person or a thing. Zahir had placed individual curses on all escape routes. Those didn’t really care about what the other curses were commanded to do. So even if they saw Venus escape through that window, they would be the least bothered.