Killua Cursed Images Novels & Stories

“No, it can’t be.” The self-centered guitarist felt a cold, crippling shock run down his spine after seeing the mysterious image. Taylor felt a similar dread. “I saw this image the first time I got Barracuda,” Taylor in awe. The image was a humanoid Kaiju covered in purple and black armor, but with the head of an octopus. “Is that --” “Mason Black,” Soundhound answered before Taylor could finish.

Whatever he saw must have convinced him that I was right because he sighed. “I have a better idea,” he said darkly, the little muscles in his jaw twitching. ***** ~ Cain ~ I cannot kill a student. I cannot kill a student. I cannot kill a student… I kept silently screaming the statement at my wolf who had gone crazy fighting for release from the moment Kelsie showed me that image—so erotic, and yet so… ugly. I gathered she was embarrassed because the picture showed her naked. Humans had strange feelings about that. But I couldn’t think about that right now. Right now the female that the Creator was trying to leash me to was under immense pressure. One of her peers was targeting her for their

she threatened me out of panic. “I’m sorry for making you worry, Gugu. What exactly was that?” I tried pushing Grip away but he held my back smashing me back against his body. “The portrait was cursed. It lures ghosts, evil spirits, and demons over and trap them,” she explained hugging herself in fright. I glanced back at the portrait and I could only see the happy faces of a big family, old couples, young couples holding a baby, two teens, and a toddler. “Grip?” I shook Grip but he leaned all his weight against me as he dropped his jaw on my shoulder. “What happened to him? Why is he so weak?” I narrowed my eyes at Gugu.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

He has a longer time than a Beta when it carries the curse. Telling Bertolt to do that is like telling him to sign his death sentence. A heavy silence settled between them, broken only by the faint hum of the glowing marks beneath Reinhardt’s skin. He turned to his desk, searching for something.....anything to distract himself from the creeping burn. Then he paused. His nostrils flared. That scent again. Subtle, floral… familiar. He rifled through the papers until his gaze fell upon a folder labeled Lisa Hathaway. The moment his fingers brushed the file, the curse flared violently, light blazing up his arm toward his shoulder.

Because here is where Kazuo-kai leads his 100 legions. "Ars Goetia?" The witch woman looked around her. And she stepped back, when she saw something. The heat is so palpable here. Volcanoes... Because they are right above the crater of the volcano. "So tell me, if you won't tell the truth. Should I kill you?" Kazuo-kai smirked, next to his face a crest appeared. The symbol the witch was talking about earlier. It was the epitome of Lucifer's curse. The curse happened when Kazuo-kai disobeyed Lucifer's orders, and Kazuo-kai decided to leave hell.

But I couldn't think of myself in that moment, not when Chelsea needed me. Suddenly, Reagan's voice cut through the tension, reminding me of his presence. "You better not make a scene here," he warned, sitting up and brushing off the dust from his coat. My eyes snapped open despite the sensation on my neck. I didn't realize he was still there until now. That nut had the courage to order me around inside his own palace after what he had done to my mate. From the beginning, Reagan caused all the trouble. The witch he reincarnated, the water she drank, and the curse she earned– these transpired only because of Reagan and his silly games. In his study, after a discussion with Ryle, it seemed lik

He could see the eager confusion on each of their faces, even Matt's, although he seemed more disappointed that Philip hadn't made a total fool of himself. “It's a…statue?” Came Jude's groggy statement, his hand that wasn't around Cesar's shoulder for support was wrapped around his stomach. “Cee, you're the history geek, I reckon you know what this is,” Matt's less than enthusiastic voice echoed in the cave. “ Yeah, it's a statue of Hecate— oh god, Jude!” The sound of Jude retching filled the cave. Philip watched as vomit splashed all over his shoes,

It was pictures of some of the different Cursed that we had captured. “Oh, this again.” She frowned and clicked her tongue. This again? What did she mean by that?

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.