Numberblocks Cursed Images Novels & Stories

“Maybe… Maybe it’s connected to the Moon Goddess?” Trent looked nervous and he looked back at the door. “We can only take your lead, but I think you know that if there is any truth to that it will complicate a lot of things.” I nodded and turned back to look at the symbols. They looked like pieces of a picture. I pushed one of the blocks to the side. The stone ground against itself. The scent of dust filled the air but it moved and hovered in the blank spot. I moved a few others until I could see a picture coming together. When they five blocks I moved together sealed together and the image of the wolf turned black. It shifted and turned its head up to the top right corner as if looking at s

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

Josh replied, his voice low, "Luna Aeterna, Tenebrae Dominus." The guard nodded, tucking the paper into his pocket. "Very well, you may enter." The guard stepped aside, revealing a hidden door behind him. Josh pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit corridor which was lined with concrete walls and steel doors. The air was thick with the scent of smoke and sweat. The sound of growling and snarling echoed through the corridors, they were mingling with the hum of machinery. Josh walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing off the walls. He stopped at a steel door adorned with a symbol of a wolf's head, surrounded by intricate tattoos.

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.

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

The air was freezing, biting through the iron walls of the cab. We were in the high north. "Forty-nine nodes are active," I said, turning back to Cord. "There is one left. The keystone. To close the circuit and permanently lock the global fault lines, the fiftieth node has to drop." Cord nodded slowly. He reached into his heavy leather apron. He didn't pull out a raw teardrop of iron. He pulled out a heavy, perfectly spherical orb of completely black, matte iron. It wasn't chaotic ore. It was Starved Iron.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

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Alaric was busy studying some reports when he sensed someone standing at the door. His face contorted with irritation on seeing Ruby. “What do you want?” He asked in a slightly irritated voice. “Nothing, I just came to congratulate you…” Ruby said walking and sitting opposite him. Alaric’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He tried to recall if there was anything that she should be congratulating him for. When Alaric didn’t reply, Ruby continued, “You found a way to counter that Witch’s curse, right…”

Roberto’s jaw tightened subtly. “You felt my pain.” “And you felt mine.” The horrifying truth settled between them heavily. Elena shook her head immediately. “That’s impossible.” Roberto laughed once. A humorless sound. “You wear a cursed necklace that glows in the dark and lets you go to other realms.” He stepped closer slowly. “And this is where you draw the line?” Elena fell silent. He had a point. Her mind replayed the pain from moments earlier. The way Roberto staggered exactly when she did.