Hisoka Cursed Images Novels & Stories

We look at it, it is the same size, feature and body with that monster I was fighting but this time its color is white, golden eyes, a symbol like of the symbol we usually see that indicates fire right on its forehead and he really look like a big lion. “That symbol, this creature is one of the creatures being cared by the goddess.” “He is cursed; he showed me what happened in a vision.” I said weakly since the pain is now taking over me. I look up at Vlash and he looks at me, I whimper in pain when I feel this intense pain coming from my now aching body. “Riri!” Vlash’ worried voice is the last thing I heard before I lost my consciousness.

He tore into the remaining cultists with savage precision, ripping them apart before they could react. One tried to flee. Isaak caught him by the throat and slammed him into a stone pillar, snapping his spine effortlessly. The chanting stopped. The symbols flared violently, then cracked, the energy collapsing in on itself with a shriek that echoed through the basin. Isaak shifted back the moment it was over. He rushed to me, dropping to his knees, hands shaking as he pressed them against my wound. “No,” he whispered. “No, no, no.” His face hovered over mine, silver eyes wide and shattered. I could feel his breath on my lips. Feel the way his forehead pressed against mine like he was trying t

This can’t be happening! “Don’t get it twisted, Witch!” The name is new, but the trademark snarl that goes with the slogan is a unique identifier, even if I can’t see him. Much like thunder, the roar of Hirosai Kurosai is utterly unmistakable. All the angst I was hoping to work off coalesces once more into that state of wild panic. A bunny caught in the wolf’s jaws. Rather than a mouse subject to the entertainment whims of the ket, there is no real question—it’s for kill rather than sport.

Close enough to observe the flickering of his pupils—white, gold, white, gold—two conflicting sides of him battling fiercely for dominance. "I will not run," she declared. "Not from you." His expression contorted. "Then I will harm you." "No. You will not." She raised her hand and caressed his cheek—hot, burning, trembling. "Because I am right here." A broken sound escaped him. His fingers—still clawed—hovered near her waist but refrained from making contact. He trembled so violently that she could feel the vibrations in the air. The curse surged through him abruptly, crashing into his body like a shockwave.

I can only stand outside and look through the glass and watch as she only breathes with the help of the oxygen mask. My hands clench into fists as I realize I have failed to protect the one I love again. A tear runs down my face as realization hammers. Perhaps I am not only cursed to die by Vance's mate's, but I am also cursed to hurt the ones I love and want to protect. This is my personal curse. And Leonardo is going to pay for everything. I don't realize Mrs. Grey has left her daughter's side when she sees me through the glass and only comes back to reality when I feel a hit on my arm and a scream in my ear.

It could be a rumour that he was cursed but he seemed to acknowledge it himself. "I doubt whatever lacked proof." I answered, hoping he would laugh and mock me for falling prey to his prank. But he didn't. "You amuse me Lila." He stared intensely at me as his eyes shifted from maroon to crimson and back, very quickly. "Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask. He looked like something was happening to him. Was it the curse? "After having seven she-wolves die in my name, I don't think I would ever be okay." He had a smile on his face, a painful one.

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

“Senpai we’re still at the front door. Let’s look around a bit.” “Nee-chan…” says Natsuko with a shiver in her voice. “What~? Are you scared~?” says Makimi as she teases her. “What is that~?” says Natsuko while pointing to the ceiling. “Wha--?!!” exclaims Ayame when sees a curse overhead. The curse resembled a magic circle and was drawn by blood. It was massive and covered the entire ceiling of the room. “I took a photo… But it didn’t appear in the picture.” Says Natsuko while looking at the photo in her camera.

“Stories that they have been given… special powers.” The wind screamed through the open balcony. “If you cannot control the situation,” Senika said softly, “find a way to destroy them.” Entirely. The cloaked figure swallowed. There was only one question left. He lifted his head just enough to speak. “…Which pack, my lord? The remaining Crescents?” For the first time since he had entered the hall— Senika turned. Those dead red eyes locked onto him. And smiled. “Both of them.” The words fell like a death sentence. “The Crescents that linger…” Senika said quietly. A pause. “And yours.”

"My Prince, you are awake.. What happened, I heard a loud thud and I rushed in to see you sprawled on the floor.. Are you okay?" I stated at him and back at myself... I am cursed but I am different.. I have been cursed since I was an infant and my cure is a Sheba but I am different now because she is my cure and she has healed me. Sarafina. "I think I have my memories back, Khan" * * *