Killua Cursed Images Novels & Stories

Sharp claws are now emerging from his fingers. Kiara runs inside, and the moment she sees him, she freezes. “Oh goddess…” she breathes. “What’s wrong with him?” I ask, panicked. Kiara’s face drains of color. “The orb,” she whispers. “The what?” Kael’s head snaps towards her, his red eyes darkening into black. “Shut up!” “You have to tell her! She might know a way!” Kiara yells at him. “No!” Kael snaps back. “It’s draining you, Kael. You’re going to die if you don’t break the curse.” Her breath comes fast and her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

His words were contained with conviction, and I believed him "I'm a cursed wolf, my power is like a double-edged sword so extreme and powerful, yet wildly unpredictable. I can't control when I shifts, I always loose control and unleashing havoc on those around me. The memories of my past victims haunt me, every I closed my eyes,Every full moon, I'm consumed by a fury and always leave behind atrail of bloodshed." I said to him.

I gaped at her, trying to make sense of her words. “That’s why I ran away,” she continued. “Rhea, is this true?” the Alpha asked. “No, it’s not! She’s lying!” “Why would she lie? She’s your best friend, isn’t she?” “Why would I try to kill her?” “Because you’re cursed!” Selene spat. “You told me you dreamt about the attack before it happened and that you were hearing things in the woods!” I stopped breathing. Suddenly, the room felt hot. The Alpha’s eyes were locked on me.

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

“Are you ok?” “The dark stench of death… the dense red mist of blood…” he said, still hugging me. I could feel his hands tremble on my back. “Those islands are cursed… an ancient curse… it has the odour of doom…” I felt a cold shiver crawl up my spine, hearing his words. “What?” I parted from him. Hikari’s face was pale and his eyes lifeless. “What’s wrong with you, Hikari?” I held his shoulders. “Did you go to the islands of ultimas?”

“See how that ends for you.” “Don’t need to try. Just need to do this.” He raised his hand. Closed it into a fist. Killian dropped again. Screaming. Purple flooding back into his eyes. “STOP IT!” I threw blood straight at the guy. He caught it. Crushed the silver in his fist like it was tissue paper. “Cute. But useless on me.” “What even are you?” Lila gripped her knives tighter. “You’re not normal.” “Nope. I’m what happens when Black Moon finishes perfecting the curse.” He smiled. “I’m the endgame version of your buddy over there. If he lives long enough. Which he won’t.”

" Thank you for the compliment , your majesty . " said Karla with a smile . " Mom ?! " said Iris with a relieved expression . " Iris , my princess.............Why are you still crying ? " said queen Kyla with a weak voice . " Mom , I beg of you ! Get up and become energetic again . " said Iris kissing her hand with a sad expression . " Iris.......Kiara will bring the cure and I will become healthy again . You shouldn't cry anymore . Look at your pretty eyes . They will be filled with wrinkles . Don't you fear that you will become ugly ? " said queen Kyla patting her head .

His expression was grim. “We have her,” Kian said simply. Lucian’s jaw tightened. He gestured for him to sit, though his own pulse had already begun to race. Kian laid the folder on the desk and slid it across. Lucian flipped it open. Inside were photographs, high-resolution stills taken over the past week. Isla outside her office, her profile soft as she spoke to Elena. Isla in the car with Aaric, leaning back with her hand on their son’s knee. And one that made Lucian’s blood run cold where his sla was standing outside the villa during their trip, sunlight on her face, completely unaware that someone’s lens had found her.

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.