Killua Cursed Images Mga Nobela at Kwento

The air tensed when Christopher didn't immediately give a response. "Christopher" King Leonidas growled and he sighed. "There is something you don't know about your curse" King Leonidas straightened as we both listened with rapt attention. "Tell me" he growled. "You are never going to be free from the curse" "The letter of prophecy……" "Gave you something to focus your attention on. The witch that cursed you was killed and so was every chance to get rid of your curse. Once you find your mate and mark her, you're inclined to murder her and once that happens, another mate comes along" I frowned. "So there could be another mate after me?" Unease filled my belly. "You aren't the first mate"

"How did you find out?" "Isn't researching things on the internet enough?" "What website did you find information on Sapphira Lestari on?" "I don't know, does it matter?" "Of course it matters." "How?" "You can't find out about her by searching the internet. Or do you know someone from the police?" "What do you mean?" "Sapphire is a ghost. There's no way to know about her," I make a frown. "Huh? What's this about?" She stays silent.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

"What did you do??!!!!We are in deep trouble now,I'm doomed!!" Curl started walking around with unease and fear, Kar got some guts but definitely whatever be the fate of Kar for that single act, he would get a fair share of it, including the “thing” who was just down there moping at them. Curl snapped his fingers "no you need to destroy that!" "Nonsense!" "Right now Kar!!! And I mean it!!" "....and if I don't??? " Curl goes into attacking modes, changing a bit in his eyes which turned deep blue sea, and his powers and energies heating up around him,his hands were heated up in flames, claws had their way out, his voice changed and he began to growl babyishly

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

But that image soon warped, replaced by him coughing and choking as my eyes crossed the next line: "...bleed to death..." Blood. So much blood. Not just Kael… even that of the male that had tried to molest me in my pack— the male I took an eye from, blood in the cell… I tried to breathe. "...passed down through generations..." —his hands clutching at his throat, his body writhing. His skin turned pale, lifeless. "...affecting certain women..." "...unknowingly carrying the curse..." I slammed the book shut, trying to catch my breath which had picked up—fast, too fast. Blood, Kael coughing, choking, more blood, those haunting eyes... it was all I could see. I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

The thought made Killian's stomach churn guiltily. To make matters exponentially worse, he had just received words earlier that morning that a photo from their outing had surfaced online - one that didn't clearly show Killian's face but depicted Serena in an extremely compromising position. The image caught her in what looked like a passionate kiss with some indistinct figure that could only be Killian himself. Killian had scrambled to get all his resources working on taking it down wherever it appeared across the internet as soon as he'd been made aware of the photo's existence. However, he knew it was an impossible task.

Varek’s uncle. Lord Kael. “Well,” he said, voice smooth as silk. “Running away again, little Luna?” “Stay back.” He smirked. “You think I mean to harm you? No. I mean to save you.” “Save me from what?” “The curse,” he said, stepping closer. “The red moon’s fire burns those unclaimed. You’ve broken your bond. The only way to stop the burn is to take another. Me.” I stared at him. “You’re insane.”