Sasuke Cursed Seal Novels & Stories

Then, the leader of the Thunder Monster Dark Races quickly came over to hand over Lucas the chip of the Divine Seal. "I didn't expect you to be this obedient. Since you've given me the chip of the Divine Seal, then it's time for you guys to die," Lucas said slowly. His comment made all the Thunder Monster Dark Races spooked.

The command of a Crown Prince brooked no argument. Sebastian never explained. He couldn’t. He carried the curse in silence. The burn of the glowing crest a constant reminder. And somewhere, deep in Silverfang lands, the girl he had scarred wept beneath the same merciless moon.

We dragged the bodies to the forest line, burned what wouldn’t die, and marked the site as cursed. Back at Darkhaven, the sky had darkened. Chito pulled me aside as the medics treated our wounded. He handed me a piece of fabric, charred, but intact. From the altar, a seal. A sigil older than Oryx, older than Hollow Fang. I stared at it. Then up at him, “What is this?” He looked at me grimly, “It’s not a clan,” he said. “It’s a name.” I frowned. “Whose?”

As though in agreement, the golem’s shiny brows and eyelids twitched behind their icy prison. “You see that paper talisman on its forehead?” Sasha said. “It contains a sealing spell but it’s upside down. We need to turn it right-side up.” Aki focused on the yellow strip of paper with characters that spelled out: {Be Still, Unrighteous One}. There were also deity seals running down its length. “Oh, you mean that talisman just past the kukri blade, the trident, and the pair of sledgehammer fists?” she asked sarcastically.

Zelda. Brenda's hands tightened on my shoulders. "Remember what I said? It ends here," she hissed. I swallowed hard and fretfully turned back to look behind me, I wanted to push her off me but I also knew that any wrong move from me would make the situation worse. Suddenly, A car screeched loudly to a halt nearby, distracting Brenda momentarily. As she turned, a stranger emerged—a man with blazing golden eyes. My gazes locked on his, and a surge of energy coursed through me. Strength I'd never known surged through my limbs.

It feels like I walked right into a wall, cold and unmoving, his hands grabbing my arms before I stumble backwards and fall on my ass. A loud yelp escapes me as I feel like the demons caught me in their claws. “Nesta~” His voice is soft and the shadows die down. “I have got you~” he adds and slowly cradles my frenzied head against his chest. “Nothing can get you here, my jaan.”

Sebastian looked away and suddenly a familiar scream echoed in his head. IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER. He flinched shaking his head and gulping down. Sparing a single glance at Darren he walked back to the punching bag grabbing it with both hands. The bag was slightly ripped off, why couldn't he get that particular sentence out of his end from the night she spat on his face? Something bigger and unchangeable might happen.

Monster. “P-please,” She choked on a sob. “L-let me g-go, please!” I was a fucking monster. 'You are cursed.' A voice started. 'You will never know what it feels like to fall in love or be loved.' 'You shall kill your own mate with your bare hands.' 'You will never know peace as long as you live. You will question your own existence.' 'I curse you, Kaizen Cage!' I immediately took my hands off of Aurora's neck, watching emotionlessly as she fell to the ground trying to catch her breath. She scooted away from me, watching me with wide terrified eyes.

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

"What do you want?" "Freedom. And justice." The face moved forward slightly, the stone around it cracking like an eggshell. "Your ancestor promised an exchange: one of us would go free every generation to serve as the guardian of the seal. But they broke their word. They imprisoned us completely, using their blood as an eternal lock. And you, Siron, are the final key. The strongest. The Soul Flower is in full bloom, that is the sign that the seal is ready to be opened or… transformed into a permanent prison."