Scary Cursed Images Novels & Stories

His features couldn't be seen clearly, but still he was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. Her soul was being ripped out of her , spreading wild fires of longing thumping through her veins. A visible shudder raced through her . What was he doing to her? Her mind clogged heavily with confusion, once again the warnings of the elderly women blared in the part of her brain that was still capable of forging a thought. Was this the curse spell they had spoken about? Was this creature the devil who would claim her soul? "Who are you! " The male's ethereal voice snapped her out of her trance like state ....she found the voice oddly soothing...and familiar?

My best friend was unconscious and completely drained out of energy. For the first time in my life, I got to see a psychic vampire, a freaking succubus. Fear was replaced by a rash of anger in my pulse. After recovering from my panic attack, I got to my feet again and sprinted toward Jacque, charging out to smash her invisible shield.

“It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!” “What?” “What is it Frank, do you know her?” Darren and I are watching in silence and my mate holds me down by one hand. “So? Do you know her?” Vlad asked again, confusing. “If what you say is true there was only a wolf with these characteristics .... they called her the Cursed Alpha! But it’s impossible that it is her, she died many years ago!” “Are you sure?” Vlad said, confirming. “Yes, I ordered it and I saw her death with my own eyes!”

I felt a cold pit start forming in my stomach; I already knew where this was going. “But the most troubling part of that vision was that these horrific creatures were coming from the East,” he said in a grim tone. Grimhold finally unrolled the scroll and slid it toward me. “I had asked our seer to draw what he saw, and this is what is headed our way.” I stared at the drawing before me; there was no mistaking it. Charred-skinned, hollow-eyed beasts with elongated limbs that ended in claws, and distorted jaws filled with jagged fangs. It was exactly like the corrupted creature that had attacked and almost killed Mace.

- Take a deep breath - Dila instructed, her voice calm, but there was an underlying tension that I couldn't ignore. - Ma'am, I'm not a translator, I don't know what these scribbles are," I told her, but it was to no avail. The answer I was expecting didn't come. Despair began to settle in my chest. The image on the first page pulsed, a kind of letter V with rounded edges. Then I was bombarded with images: a majestic wolf, a vast green field, then blood, flames, and a female face that wasn't mine... but had my eyes. The connection was strange and disturbing, as if I were being pulled into an endless abyss.

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Its skin was vantablack: the darkest shade of black. If I were not mistaken, Satan was depicted like that in movies, and also religious people had a similar view of him. That was the first time I had experienced such a level of terror. My body was frozen. It felt as if my organs could stop working at any time. The ghastly creature had me stupefied beyond belief. Dread and shooting pain arose in my chest area. I didn’t know what was happening. I had no strength or will to find out. “Cassidy.” Someone called and grabbed my arm. My body shuddered and collapsed like I was having a seizure.

Now that he knew, he too reveals that he had a scar on his belly, but like two scars intersecting each other. **** The concern was spreading across their faces. "What the fuck did we do?" "Some crime maybe." Cassandra answers casually. He shakes his head, looking out to the abyss. "These aren't scars of a blade. I know it's not." Says Zayn. He begins to research alongside Cassandra on birthmarks and their importance. They scroll to infinity, none of the sites seemed authentic. That was until they bumped into one of the sites that declared— "Free tantric and karmic resolution chart? The fuck is that?" Inquisitively, Cassandra asks Zayn as she sat on his lap.

Paralyzed by terror, Marisol tries to scream, but her voice betrays her. The creature's approach was relentless, closing the distance with a menacing determination. As it drew nearer, so did the distorted features of its nightmarish visage grew clearer, etching an indelible horror into her consciousness.

I cursed myself internally, lowering my gaze for a second, " Keep your mouth shut." He watched me intently, his gaze never leaving me alone. It felt suffocating under those red eyes, as though he could see through every lie I tried to tell. Yet strangely, despite his intimidating presence, there was no real anger on his face. If anything, he looked entertained. I took a deep breath and looked at him, " I don't understand why you called me your cure. I know that you are cursed. But I have no power or control over it, right? I am just a mere Omega living in this small world."