Numberblocks Cursed Images Novels & Stories

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.

It wouldn't work even if he asked for help like this! Natasha didn't take it to heart. However, when the game was only halfway through, Christin shouted, "That's not right! This is not right! There is a problem with this stack of cards! Why is there an extra five and six!" Natasha kept quiet. Christin seemed to have discovered a groundbreaking loophole. Then he showed his mobile phone screen to Natasha and said, "I was wondering how was it possible that I lost to you! You see, we have already finished playing with cards numbered five and six before. However, number five and six turned up again suddenly. Obviously, there is something shady with the cards!"

A message from an unknown number lit up. Just three chilling words. You are next :)

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?

' ~~~Ella's father desperate not to lose his one true love ventured into the dark forest to meet a witch, who could cute his wife of her illness. A sudden knocking on a door interrupted Trix from her writing. She jumped in shock as she observed her surroundings, she was in a cottage of sorts. She was sitting by an old table with a small bottle in front of her, on the bottle was the word, 'cure'. "Shite." The knocking became louder. "Alright, Alright," Trix said her voice coarse. She rose from her seat but her height was off. She reached her hands out to grab the bottle and screeched at the sight of her hands. An hold wrinkly hand with warts grabbed the bottle.

But this time, someone found something. A shard of obsidian near the conduit’s base plate. Small. Black. Etched with a half-faded rune. They brought it to Morwen. I knew they would. And I let them. Because that shard wasn’t one of mine. It was a decoy, a copy of the ones I’d placed in the vents days before the first bell. But this one? This one bore a distortion sigil, designed to mimic residual energy from forbidden flame magic. From my kind of magic.

WRONG NUMBER “Shit!” Arielle Lawson cursed under her breath as her bag slipped off the bar counter, spilling its entire contents across the floor for the uninterested crowd of Midnight Halo Lounge, Manhattan to see. She stared at the mess absentmindedly through her increasingly blurry vision, wondering how she was supposed to gather whatever remained of her dignity. A part of her knew that if she stood up too quickly, she’d land face-first on the cold, filthy tiled floor. Her legs were already betraying her, softened by whisky and regret.

"This doesn't seem that hard. If I keep my fear at zero, that's 100 points a floor. I'll hit 9,999 easy." The moment I said it, the whole room turned. Every face screamed the same thing: 'Are you serious right now?' What I didn't see? The Chat Feed was already roasting me: [There's always that one clueless noob talking big. They're the first to scream.] [Dark Citadel's an S-rank. Even top witches and hexcasters can't clear it.] [Big words from the wolf. Let's see if she delivers—don't disappoint me.]