Random Cursed Images Novels & Stories

Marked, cursed. My eyes strayed to Violet. Her ivory skin was finally showing, all the fur gone, and her claws had retracted, leaving a bloody mess on her fingers. I needed her to stay with me for longer, she had to stay. The pattern had been so random with the others, I couldn't tell how long we had together before the pale sky bitch took her away too.

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Two **** I saw Morwen's light still burning past midnight, a lone candle in the highest tower. And when I passed her office the next morning on purpose, just to test the air,her door was wide open, and her voice drifted out, low and sharp as if time itself blinked. She was pacing. Robes swirling like storm clouds. Fingers tracing invisible sigils in the air. “Only three forms of magic can undo true destruction: Chronomancy,banned. Soul-weaving,extinct. And…” She paused. “Perfect Echo. But that's a myth. A fable whispered in forbidden texts.”

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

I couldn’t ignore the pull I felt toward it. I closed my eyes, trying to focus on the familiar pull of the dream’s images. The woman, the crown, the forest, and the shadowy figure. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of them, pieces of a puzzle I couldn’t solve. It was as if there was a message, something I needed to understand, but the more I reached for it, the further away it seemed to drift. I had to know what it meant.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

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The people here turned to bitter herbs gathered under moonlight, faded talismans, or desperate prayers offered to indifferent gods. Yet even now, as the engine of their motorcycle sputtered into silence, the face of the lady ghost clawed its way back into Eloise’s mind. No matter how fiercely she willed it away, the image refused to dissolve: the sunken, coal-black eyes wide with malice, the skin stretched taut and gray like wet clay, the mouth twisted into a silent, accusatory scream.

I can’t stop the answering smile that stretches my lips, and I follow her through the bar, heading for the dark, finely-polished wood that curves over one end of the room, holding an assortment of nuts arranged in small bowls. I don’t know what intrigues me more. The opulence of this space, or the fact that all of it is underground. “What would you like to see first?” Brie interrupts my studying of the place as we perch on bar stools beside each other. “Options?” I counter. “Tons.” She leans in so her voice is right beside my ear. “Mating festival, which is really just a fuck fest.” I shiver and she laughs. “I guess we’re passing up on that one then. How about the racing games?”

I slapped him again, harder this time, and tossed my phone at him without a shred of politeness. "You still have the nerve to ask?" James caught the phone with fumbling hands, his expression shifting from indignation to unease as he noticed the look on my face. He glanced at the phone screen, and I smirked, my voice dripping with mockery. "You're living quite the carefree life, aren't you, James?" "Babe! Listen to me! Let me explain! I have no idea where these photos came from!" James panicked. I crossed my arms, tilting my head slightly. "You don't know? Those photos are trending everywhere now. The company's stock is plummeting. So, tell me, James, what are you going to do about it?"

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.