Novel & Cerita Hisoka Cursed Images

First I can't find the people who kidnapped us ten years ago who caused Luzy's death and when the curse was drawn on my face, now I will face the law of creed again that I made myself! "Watashi wa sono rūru o tsukuttanode, watashi wa sono kusorūru o mageru koto ga dekiru hitodesu. Sā, Nihon ni modotte shibaraku yasunde, watashi ga kono ninmu o kyanseru shita koto o darenimo iwanai.” [I made that rule so I am the one who can bend that fucking rule. Now go back in Japan and rest for a while, tell no one that I cancelled this mission.]

“Your duty is to make sure that our bloodline will not perish, Cassiopea! You’re my last hope…” “I don’t want to leave! You know that sending me away will only result in the same thing. I will find a way to come back…” “Not if you don’t remember anything.” I raised my hands and grabbed her temples, holding her as tightly as I could. Electricity bolted out of my body and struck her head, making her shriek in pain. “Issha!” Her scream pierced through my soul, but I didn’t let go and continued to chant the forbidden curse of the forest.

Arth whispered, “is a demonic transformation?” The black and red strings ran along Janshai’s skin, forming dark symbolic lines, like black and red tattoos on his neck, arms, legs, and face. A red triangular mark glowed brightly at the center of his chest. As Janshai opened his eyes, the white part had turned black, while his iris had stayed as dark red. “Daemon Rex Maledictum … Demon King’s Curse,” Janshai spoke, his voice much deeper, darker than usual. He gave one swing of his red glowing scythe, creating a strong force blasting around the place.

He forced himself to speak “I can feel it, it has returned.” Her voice trembled, the worry in her tone rising. "The curse?" "No," he managed to answer. "The core of it. Something worse. It’s clawing through me, Izzy. And this time... I don't think I can hold it in any longer.” She moved closer and she could see that he was different but she didn't run. She never did. He turned to and she was shocked to see his eyes, they had turned pure white, very bright and underneath it were sparks of red like igniting fire.

Ohas’ body arched, his veins igniting with fire, the cursed blood burning as if purged from his very soul. Hayden lunged forward— "STOP!" Ishaan shoved him back. And then—Ohas finally cried. But not translucent tears. Not water. Not human grief. Thick, black blood streamed from his eyes, from his lips, from every wound on his body. His breath was slow. His fingers twitched— Then fell still. And through the pain, through the suffocating silence— He turned his head slightly, looking at Hayden one last time. And smiled. "Puppy loves you."

Just as the last of the misty figure escapes from my mouth, my body gives one final jerk before falling down heavily on the platform. The mist takes the shape of a wolf and I can see Isis, she holds a sorrowful expression but I'm unable to say a word or react, my body feels dead. "I'm sorry Lavinia, I couldn't stay with you. I want you to promise me that you'll survive, you have to stay strong and avenge us, avenge your humiliation and emerge victorious." I vaguely heard her say before she was completely sucked into the magical phial. I tried to open my mouth but I couldn't. I had become paralyzed, I couldn't move a muscle.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

"How dare you still try to implicate Ayna even now! She didn't hesitate to donate millions of dollars and even offered a decade of her own life, just to have the master perform the blessing ritual for you! And yet, you're repaying her kindness with slander?" I sneered as I turned over the trash can, letting the pearl earrings fall out. Then, I stomped on them, crushing them under my shoes. A few black worms then crawled out from the center of the earring, looking absolutely vile and disgusting. "She spent millions of dollars only to get this so-called master to cast a curse on these earrings with black magic! She offered her lifespan to bind the curse to me and transfer her sex addiction to

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

He has a longer time than a Beta when it carries the curse. Telling Bertolt to do that is like telling him to sign his death sentence. A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the faint hum of the glowing marks beneath Reinhardt’s skin. He turned to his desk, searching for something.....anything to distract himself from the creeping burn. Then he paused. His nostrils flared. That scent again. Subtle, floral… familiar. He rifled through the papers until his gaze fell upon a folder labeled Lisa Hathaway. The moment his fingers brushed the file, the curse flared violently, light blazing up his arm toward his shoulder.