Isaac Cursed Eye Novels & Stories

(eyes full anger and tears) Grandmother : we can't stop that curse. I'm sorry. Zayn : no you all liars, I'm not going to believe your words. (Angry) Grandmother : if you don't trust that , see your wife's neck. It's started with black dot and it's increase day by day like big blackspot, then it's covered your wife's body. It's turned her Skin colour full of black. This is first step of that curse, it means darkness definitely eat your love.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Its eyes were like that of an insect’s but sharper on the edges and its frame was also quite large and muscular. “Okay, now I’m pissed.” It said. Crone was surprised himself. “What are you…” Crone was sensing a very concentrated astra coming from the thing that was encasing it like a layer of mucus. “Lawen, don’t rush in just yet. If you wanna beat that guy up, at least wait for me.” Isaac said as he slowly climbed out of the rubble. The others also emerged one by one from underneath the rubble. Their clothes were all dusty and dirty.

What he did not expect was that the rule was made to protect them from the truth because as it turned out, during the day, they looked so much alive but the damned crew of the ghost ship would revealed their true self under the moonlight and Niccoli watched these skeletons performed all sort of chores with wide eye. He saw Samuel, not too far away from where he was. The guy was the friendliest of them all and he overheard his conversation with another of his crewmate, the same guy who has a weird thing going on with his eye. "Once we get rid of the curse, we will be rich men and you can buy an eye that actually fits and made of glass." "This one does splinter. Something terrible, I must say.

ISAIAH At dusk, my chambers were illuminated by a low flame that threw the stone walls into writhing shadow. Purifying sacrifices, smoke curled in languid tendrils, bearing the faintest whisper of rosemary and sage. Tonight, however, clarity eluded me. I looked down at the relics strewn across the entire floor as I stood before the huge oak table with my hands spread against its surface. A basin of fetid water polluted by the ink of prophecy, bones carved with ancient symbols, and loose runes—each inscribed with a message that I strained to interpret. Something was amiss. It had been days since I first felt the unease that coiled like a snake in my stomach. Some invisible force caused the ai

“It won’t.” “You think you’re different?” Tristan stepped forward. “I know I am.” The First Alpha rose, towering over him. “Then prove it.” And they collided with a very powerful force. The curse rose up inside Tristan, burning from his chest outward. He could feel it all, the old Alpha’s rage, his pain, every terrible thing he’d ever done moved through Tristan's blood like a thousand screams. The force was so much that he fell to his knees. And then… he saw her. Isabella. Her face, her strength, her hands as she wrapped them around their child. He saw his son’s eyes, gold and silver, it didn't look cursed, but balanced. Tristan stretched out his hands to touch them and realized they weren't

I sigh, pulling Issac to a stop. He grabs my face and looks into my eyes then curses looking away. “Issac, I don’t think he’s a danger.” I say quietly, reaching for his face. He lets me grab his cheek and he looks into my eyes, reading them again. “He’s right though. Even if he’s not a danger to you, it’s as simple as looking into your eyes and seeing the difference. I swear the gold around your eyes has gotten even more noticeable since you got your wolf.” He says, and I purse my lips, “It’s not like at every turn we’re going to find someone who will even know to look for that.” I tell him, pushing myself closer to him, to calm him. Letting him know I’m right in front of him and I’m not goi

I tossed it in and watched the black parchment catch flame and curl inward, turning to ash without a sound. When I turned around, Isaac was in the doorway. “How bad?” he asked, eyeing the raven. I didn’t answer right away. I crouched beside the bird, whispering a quiet thanks in an old tongue it wouldn’t understand but might feel. Then I stood. “He knows,” I said. “And he’s laughing.” Isaac crossed his arms. “So, he wants a war?” “No,” I said coldly. “He wants a show.” He nodded once. “Then let’s give him one.”

Lucien cursed quietly. “I see cities collapsing.” Pulse. “I see people turning into light.” Pulse. “I see…” her voice cracked slightly. “I see Rex dying.” The entire cavern froze. I tightened my hold on her immediately. “Hey.” But she kept staring downward. Like she was watching the visions happen behind her eyes. “It keeps showing me different endings.” The child’s voice beneath the seal whispered sweetly. “Pick one.” The silver beneath Isabella’s skin flared violently. Pain twisted across her face.

“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.