Hunter X Hunter Cursed Images Novels & Stories

"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" * * *

“Aunt Sue had told me about the curse. Since I appeared in this room, cabin, box whatever after we made love, I assumed that you must be the witch of Artemia.” A wicked smile crept up Serena’s lips and she chirped, “ Since you guessed it right, I will reward you…” She raised her palm and chanted a spell. With a tiny flash of light, a mirror appeared on her palm. Handing it to Sienna, she said, “This will let you see everything I want you to see live… much like those live TV shows you humans have…” A sigh escaped Sienna’s lips as she saw Alaric. He was standing in an ornately decorated hall with a large throne.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

He grabbed a towel to wipe off the sweat. "Better than I expected." "I have a surprise for you today. But first, my warriors have a discovery to report." A black-clad warrior appeared silently, kneeling on one knee. "There's progress in the investigation of the pictures." "Speak." "The pictures definitely came from Cassidy. The technical support came from outside the pack—a wandering sorcerer." "Continue." Harris's eyes were sharp. "We found this in a hidden room in Cassidy's dwelling." The warrior handed over a small, faintly glowing vial. "It's been confirmed, this is a mixture used to lure venom-mist spiders."

Nyx urged me onward, senses sharp, muscles coiled for danger. Suddenly, Mara stopped, hand raised. “Look.” Ahead, carved into an ancient oak, was a symbol — a circle crossed by jagged lines, scorched into the bark. The mark of the cursed. Silas knelt, examining it closely. “Dark wards. They’re protecting something.” A low growl warned us of movement. From the shadows emerged a group of cursed wolves — their eyes glowing cold and merciless. The ambush was swift and brutal. We fought hard, coordinated and fierce, but the cursed wolves were relentless. Their snarls were filled with rage and desperation — as if bound by a will stronger than their own.

something else. A familiar scent. Vixxen picked up his pace, following it through the winding path until he finally emerged into a hidden chamber. His eyes found Terran, lying on a stone bed, breathing hard and struggling. His muscles were tight, his skin sweaty, and his veins were visible under his skin. Even in the dim light, Vixxen could see that Terran's injuries - deep cuts and bruises - were having trouble healing. "Terran," Vixxen said, stepping closer. "What happened to you?"

The huntsman gave a painful scream. The dark forest reacted violently, trees trembling, roots twisting and the ground beneath their feet cracking. Aria noticed something else in the flash of light. There was a symbol burned into the creature’s chest. The council’s symbol. Her eyes widened in shock. “You’re not a monster.” She whispered. “You’re one of them.” The huntsman grinned through the pain. “We are what your precious council elders made us.” Dax rose behind it, anger in his eyes. “And you will die because of it.”

“The only way to break both curses permanently is through Sabrina… or her bloodline.” “Is there one?” “I searched. They’re all dead.” Dead. For a split second, hope rose in my chest. Then it died. “There was no need to tell me this.” “We can find another solution.” “What solution?” I snapped, turning on him. “Tell me.” “I don’t want you like this.” “Like what?” He hesitated. “A monster.” That word landed harder than any blade. “You think I chose this?” My voice cracked despite me. “You think I asked to be born cursed? Every day I live with it. Every day I hurt people. I destroyed Amber that night. Left her in a coma for three years.”

" Wolves love blood too. Lycans love fresh blood. We are animals, wild ones." " I know that!" I sighed, rubbing my forehead softly, " So, what can I do to help you? Do you need my blood? To make any cure?" " It doesn't work like this." He stood up, his tall figure making the already small room feel even smaller. " It's said the last descendant of the Moon Servants is my cure. Only they can help me lift the curse." I heard him as he walked around, scanning the bedroom carefully. The pile of clothes, the garbage, everything. The fact that he had been here for the last fourteen hours made my face burn red in embarrassment.