Random Cursed Images Novels & Stories

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Terrence let out a weak laugh. “I would if I could.” Dr. Randal looked up sharply. “I’m too weak,” Terrence admitted. “Wolfsbane’s got me.” That made the room go silent. I turned to the doctor. “There’s an antidote for silver wolfsbane, right?” Dr. Randal hesitated. So did Karissa. That hesitation set every alarm in my head ringing. “What aren’t you telling me?” Karissa grabbed my arm. “Come here.” She dragged me out of earshot into the hallway.

I only got hornier and nastier. You know, a nasty Latina like me needs nasty cock. The filthier the Fuck, the better for my cunt. I need juice and cream now. I called a 1-800 plumbing service and asked the receptionist on whether she had "someone with a big snake as I have a piping problem." "I have a problem which really needs urgent help right now." I also asked her for the full roster of plumbers and their photos. I masturbated while looking at each of them. I imagined the guy at the grocery store fucking me as I looked at the pictures.

Magic is the only reason I survived that fall. Magic is the only reason I now bear the mark of a Ruined. The inked fingers symbolize my curse. We come to the end of the path, where an old cottage loom close to a lake. I follow the strange lady inside. The interior reminds me a lot of my family's cottage back in the Red Moon Pack. The only difference is that this cottage has a lot of shelves where a good number of bizarre-looking artifacts and runes are kept on. At the back of the cottage, a space has been cleared, where chairs and tables are arranged as though it was a bar shop.

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.

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.

"It has been four days since you fell unconscious. The Warriors have brought you to me and I treated the wounds with the best I could." I caught a glimpse of the material on the table across the room. I sniff the air once and caught the scent of dried leaves and ground herbs, along with the smoke of the candlelight. I roam my eyes. The flambeau illuminated the room. Is it eventide? "Your wounds have been infected with the Rot. I carefully remove the toxin, but it has spread on your body that mere extraction would not suffice. I gave you a dose of wolfsbane, and though it almost drive you to a certain death, it cured you easily afterwards."

I need a little help here. The map glows for a moment, points toward the bed, and then goes blank again. I walk over to the bed. I pull back the covers and look under the pillows, but nothing. I go to my knees and look under the bed. Beneath the bed, I see a dark brown and black amulet shining at me, waiting for me to take it home. There is also a set of eyeballs looking at me.

I am at home. I've been staring at a glass full of water on the kitchen counter for at least forty minutes. Lanton hasn't come home yet and I'm still thinking about how I ran away from Haris today when he tried to give me a treat. But I couldn't do anything when the image of my ex-boyfriend popped into my mind, or rather invaded my mind right at that most inopportune moment.

It is funny how I'm sitting beside the prince who wanted to kill me just three days ago. Ordinary me, a commoner. Well, Kismat,Fate. "Is it weird, that I find myself wanting to talk to you" he finally said after a long silence. I gulped shakily, why is he talking like this? "No, not at all" I replied. He sighed and clasped his hands together. "I have a secret" he said. I looked at him. "A very deep secret" he paused. "I'm cursed"