Scary Cursed Images Novels & Stories

The pieces all looked like intricately carved, as my eyes roamed each piece. It looked as if each peice was a different looking monster, almost as if they meant something. My eyes skimmed through each individual piece falling on the Vampire. I couldn’t help but giggle to myself when I realized what I was looking at. A werewolf, a dragon, a vampire, and a witch. It was the most peculiar figurine set I had ever seen, but also the most one of the most beautiful. “I’d be careful with those if I were you, I heard it’s cursed.”

Dylan curses after starting into the pictures. And this triggers me to take hold of the pictures. I raise them but make sure they're a foot away from my face before I look at them one by one. The afflicted wolf is a middle-aged man with a shock of brown beards. There's this look on his face that gives out how he derives a great deal of pleasure in killing and eating humans. I swallow hard when I see mutilated body parts and blood everywhere. Even though the pictures are black and white, they're terrible to look at.

I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I flipped the book page by page, checking out the images which getting scarier. After flipping like ten of the pages, I stopped abruptly as I sight something. 'History of vampires' was written boldly on one of the pages, and for some unknown reasons, I found myself getting curious about the previous images and the write-ups, and to clear my curiosity, I was forced to check the content of the book.

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.

Old healer notes from times of war. Some mention strange beasts—shadow-bound wolves that tore through packs and vanished like smoke. But one scroll stops me cold. Its ink is faded, but the words are clear: “Beware the dark familiar. Called forth by the warlock Magnus during the first rise. Fed on fear. Eyes red as flame. Could twist the minds of the weak. Could wear the skin of the dead.” I drop the scroll. My breath catches in my throat. It’s real. What I saw wasn’t just a nightmare. It was his.

Instead, she cut her wrist and as the drops fell on the earth, she said these words. “I, Sabrina Weston, curse you Lightning Sauron, son of Lucifer Sauron, never to feel the bond of a mate, never to be humane to women. The beast shall not depart from you. I curse you to be worse than your father!” I believed she was babbling and killed her nevertheless. I swallowed and turned to my mother with cold and mean eyes. “No.” I walked away. “Why didn’t you fucking tell her?!” Blaze lashed out at me.

Ugliest and the most rotten werewolves. With his other hand, he tried to reach my neck. However, I instantly grabbed it and snapped the bones in it. Then I kicked him and heard the crunch of bones before he crouched down. He wailed in pain, and I hissed in return. Kyro took over me. My eyes turned red. ‘You deserve more for laying your filthy hands on my girl, you foul creature.’ Relaying through the mind link, I raised my claws in the air and, with a single, fierce moment, ripped his head off his body.

Flipping to the first page she skimmed the text. 'Vampiric entities exist in cultures across the world. Hysteria follows the legends of these phantoms, causing mass burnings and hangings of suspected vampires. Every culture has its own lore regarding vampires. These malevolent spirits would contaminate the living by biting them and drinking their life force to sustain their own.' This gave Layla pause as she remembered Atreus' elongated canines. She chewed her lip softly as she read on.

Something strange stirred beneath my skin—a prickling heat that spread like wildfire through my veins, My body went into spams, My vision blurred as I stumbled to my knees, it seemed as though the world was tilting dangerously around me, my bones cracking and reshaping with agonizing intensity. Fur sprouted from my skin, coarse and pearly white, my limbs contorting into a new form. And then I shocked myself, a raspy snarl tore from my throat, My fingers curled into claws, I could feel my senses sharpened, the world now painted in stark contrasts of light and shadow from the normal colours I was used to.

Hated every part of it. The curse had stolen everything from me. My freedom. My future. My peace. I slammed my fist into the floor. A crack appeared beneath it. The beast pushed harder. Images flashed before my eyes. Blood. Death. Screaming. A village. Fire Water Then another image appeared. A face. A girl. Smiling. Soft eyes. Dark hair dancing in the wind. The image was blurry. Too blurry. No matter how hard I tried to focus, her face remained just beyond my reach.