Novel & Cerita Miraculous Cursed Images

Zara stared at it, something primal in her blood waking. “This isn’t just a mirror,” she breathed. “No,” Maxim said. “It’s called the Umbraglass. One of the last magical relics from the Age of the Thirteen Clans. It shows truth… and threat.” As she watched, her reflection flickered. Not one Zara—but many. In one, she wore a crown of moonlight. In another, she bled from a wound she couldn't see. One version burned in violet fire. One stood alone.

The healer hesitated, as though carefully choosing her words. “The mate bond.” Atticus and I exchanged confused glances. “The mate bond?” he echoed, his brow furrowing. “What does that mean? How does it help?” She opened one of the books, flipping to a page filled with intricate diagrams and symbols “Mirror curses are powerful because they latch onto the very essence of a person—draining them slowly and irreversibly unless countered by an equally powerful force,” she explained. “The mate bond has such force, a gift from the Moon Goddess herself,”

The flames destroyed all illusions and curses. Hong! The flames burst out and burned the black shadow connecting the white bones and Caspian. The fire struck again and burned the bones into a torch in the air. "What?" The Absolute King of Myriad Images was shocked. This had never happened before. Countless people were cursed by him, becoming walking corpses. But today, he could not even take down a cultivator.

The sudden news took Lucian by surprise "my thoughts exactly" "but the security was tight, both physically and spiritually." Lucien said. Diablerie was the last magic mirror that allows and grants one the power to see the past, present and future whether hidden or secret. But one needed to possess an extraordinary amount of power to control it. "Apparently, the intruders used some kind of charm to make the guards fall asleep but I'm yet to find out how they managed to get pass the spiritual border." Zephyr calmly explained. "Black magic!" Lucian exclaimed.

I was determined to let Ethan realize the consequences of his actions. Before long, Ethan strode in, looking impatient. He said, "It's about time you apologized. Why haven't you just done this before? How many times do I have to tell you that Mandy and I are just like siblings? And what are you doing in this dump? It's so depressing." His words trailed off as his gaze was drawn to a photograph on the wall—an enlarged portrait of Heidi smiling radiantly. Ethan froze, his expression a mix of disbelief and horror. After a few seconds, he snapped out of it and flew into a rage.

' Emotions flooded me—forgiveness for Selene's arc, seeing her not as enemy but a scarred sister, the mist parting to let her step closer, the pack's circle widening to include her. Mira's eyes glazed, her dying breath a whisper. 'Curse... activates. One last... frenzy. Birth in blood and seed.' Her body went slack, the knife wound claiming her, but the air thickened, a dark pulse rippling from her corpse. Suspense spiked, my skin crawling as heat surged through me again, womb contracting sharply. 'No—fight it!' I gasped, but the curse hit like a wave, warriors groaning, cocks hardening anew, eyes glazing with forced lust. The grove darkened, eclipse fully gone, dawn's first light peeking we

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.

He kept walking. "FIRE!" The turrets spun up. The soldiers raised their rifles. Jack raised his right hand. The Cursed Hand. He didn't use a shield. He didn't use a blast. He snapped his fingers. CLICK. The sound was small, but the effect was massive. The Curse flared. A pulse of black anti-magic rippled out. It hit the turrets. Their targeting sensors went blind. They spun wildly, firing into the ceiling, shattering the chandeliers. Glass rained down like diamonds.

My image finally started blurring, but it’s not my family that’s reflecting back at me this time. It’s Creed, bloody and bruised. He screamed as the chains that held him rattled. The mirrors surrounding him played images of burning buildings and people running. I can hear their screams, their innocent. Just as fast as they came, the images vanished. They were replaced by a battle, but I don’t recognize anyone. The image of a black wolf is positioned above the battle in the mirror. An image of a vampire was on the mirror next to it. I can hear screams of pain and heartbreak as I watch the victims from both sides fall.