Isaac Cursed Eye Novels & Stories

Isaac had called himself Zac and no one had asked for mine. Isaac's grip on my hand tightened as he walked faster and dragged me along behind. I threw a glance over my shoulder, just in time to see Alpha Dolion jump to his feet and point an accusing finger at me. I resented the fact that Isaac had made me throw out all my colored contacts. A few purple streaks and a half shaved head were not enough to hide if people knew what they were looking for. Changing my eyes had always been my saving grace. "You," he growled. "The lycan and the runt."

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

(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.

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

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.

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

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.

I just claimed to be cursed because that is what it seemed like after my good and pleasurable life turned sour after that day. The curse was that beast, which saved me from being killed, even though it should be a blessing because that is the reason I am still alive now. If my mother had killed me that day, I just can't explain what would have been the fate of the werewolf kingdom. "First, get up from the floor and have a seat. You have no reason to be scared of me, not yet." He continued as he returned to his chair. I rose and slowly sat on the other chair, facing him directly, but I couldn't look up into those eyes as they were just so magical, and I was just about to lose control of mysel