Isaac Cursed Eye Novels & Stories

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

“Braylon? What is going on?” Braylon looked at him puzzled, stunned at the same time. “The reason why I couldn’t use my powers. I mean, the curse that was imposed on the alphas. She…. she can lift that curse,” “Wait, that means…Oh! My! God! The last heir to the Crawford…. Imogen Crawford,” he replied within the period of time his memory flashed back to the hospital. He had seen her name on her identity card, also at her house on her award crystal.

And of course, while consuming blood, I have to remove the necklace from my neck because every time I wear the necklace, I look like a complete human being. "Well, shit. All I can say is, I'm thankful I can finally rest my fucking brain from studying the shit of everything." I sigh ejaculation. Sarreth suddenly threw me a black and yellow drink. "What the fuck is this chuckie thing?" I wondered. Sarreth slapped her forehead unconsciously. "Stop cussing the fuck down already, Celare. Are you going to talk to that mysterious goddess of yours like that?" Sarreth asked me a serious question.

Cyril looked at his thumb, putting it to his lips to stop the bleeding. "That's more like it. So when I go looking for Arabella will I find your little pet?" Anger coursed through Isaac. The white haze in front of his eyes swirled, his vision marbling it with red. He could feel that his body was shaky, locked in place, but he now had enough consciousness to adjust his position. Taller than Cyril, he stood upright, looking down at his old friend. He knew there was more to the story than what Cyril was telling him.

I couldn't see his face but I knew, my thundering heart could feel it was him. I tried to open my eyes until I saw the burning chapel and people panicking. What happened? I looked up at the man who was carrying me. I stared at him until my vision got clearer and I met his eyes; it was him. I held his cheeks as my .tears started falling again. I remembered everything. "I--love... you," I whispered. I felt my back on the ambulance bed. I closed my tingling eyes again as I felt dizzy. But now I remembered everything, we have been cursed.

Then, she darted her sight through the cotton, two-piece attire he had changed into. After a good and hot bath, Isaac was looking more like the cute young wolf he was. And, thanks to the small gap in front of his teeth, each time he smiled, he looked really adorable and jolly. His eyes trained on the flames ahead, Isaac crossed his arms and continued, “I left our home in the Verano Pack months ago to join Clarissa here at The Crown-Blood Manor, but certain bandits attacked our ferry and took all the he-wolves captive. While it was uncertain where they took us, I know they almost sold us to a certain witch who wanted young men to satisfy her sexual needs.”

I spoke softly, but he just brushed it off. “Can I see it?” I asked again. He let out a deep breath before turning. He unbuttoned his shirt and turned, leaving me no option but to struggle to climb the bed. His eyes were in the mirror, fixed on me. I quickly removed the potion without him noticing. The tattoo was darker than before, and his eyes were so dark that even the blindfold couldn’t cover them. I applied it to the eyes as instructed, and that’s when the puzzle solved itself. The snake’s eyes represented Luca’s eyes, while the snake was a representation of Luca’s curse. How could I not have pieced this together before?

“I just want to see your eyes.” I took a step back. “That’s not going to happen.” “Why not?” Isaac cocked his head. “What are you hiding, Alpha?” “I’m not hiding anything,” I lied. “I have a medical condition that makes my eyes sensitive to light.” Isaac’s eyes narrowed. “Bullshit.” “Excuse me?” “I said bullshit,” he repeated. “You’re lying.” I bristled at his tone, my fear momentarily replaced by anger. “How dare you—”

"Then rise we will. Together." Far beneath the mountain stronghold, where roots twisted like serpents and earth whispered long-forgotten hymns, Catherine stood before an altar of bone and obsidian. The Eastern Seers had completed their incantation. The Eye of Varn—an ancient relic forbidden by divine law—now floated above the altar, pulsing with chaotic light. "Isabella has crossed into the threshold," said one of the Seers, her face covered in inked sigils. "She now stands as both vessel and weapon."

It was frantic, raw, filled with desperation. “The eye!” Alisa’s scream cut through the darkness like a beacon. We turned, spotting her running toward us, dodging through the falling debris and chaos of the battle. “The eye! Get the eye! It’s on his body! That’s why he’s immune!” The words struck us like a bolt of lightning. The *eye*. I glanced back at the Overlord, his sneering face twisted in triumph as he prepared another wave of dark energy. I focused, scanning his body. That’s when I saw it—hidden beneath his cloak, an amulet hung from a chain around his neck. Its dark gemstone gleamed with malevolent power.