Scary Cursed Images Novels & Stories

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

Then Dallas continues, “When the little boy woke up, he heard several strange voices coming from where the festival was taking place. So, he quietly peeked around the barn door, and what he saw made his blood run cold.” Dallas started flicking the flashlight on and off in his face as he shook his body like he was cold. “He saw the bodies of all his friends and family mangled and destroyed. He was so shocked that he remained silent in fear. Afraid to fall victim to the evil men responsible. As he watched these men their faces and bodies covered in blood. Their faces contorted and their hands became claws, their skin covered in fur. These men transformed into beast walking on four paws, they b

*** Levi’s POV “This place gives me the creeps,” I tell Stan, “Do you come here often?” The store where Stan’s contact works is filled with what I assume are ingredients for dark curses. The bottles on the walls are labeled with the strangest of things. Pig’s blood, bat wings, eyes of assorted creatures. Grave dust. A skeleton of something that looks like a manticore, if such things really existed. Then I realize that if that thing is real, I don’t want to know.

Seconds later all the people were caught up in it, screams of agony could be heard, and they all scratched their bodies, begging for it to go all away. Not that seeing it on their body was causing the screams, but rather the pain they felt, it was like they were set on fire right from the inside. Moments overdue, there was no one present in the bar anymore, all of them had decayed and turned into powdered ashes. Nagato became calm, no one was certain to mess with him, and still live, this is the price for it and also the price for witnessing his curse gift, he reasoned out and then transformed slowly back into a human.

Melody screamed, shielding her face. But Gilda didn’t move. Her arms were raised in defiance, her white robe snapped in the furious wind. “I defy you.” She cried “ You wronged me. I will keep the curse on her.” The light coiled then struck. The it ripped through the veil that hid her beauty, burning it away. The air was now filled with the scent of scorched silk and searing skin. When the radiance dimmed for a heartbeat, half of Gilda’s once perfect face was gone, scorched black, veins of molten gold pulsing beneath the ruin. Yet even in agony she laughed a wolf, broken laugh.

“Hold up. The deserted royal stronghold? That place is cursed. I’ve seen the old pack reports, people go in and either come out insane, clawing at their own skin, or they don’t come out at all. Bodies show up weeks later with no marks except their eyes melted. One guy’s body cam leaked, five minutes in, he’s laughing like a maniac, then drops dead. Forums are full of stories. No one goes there unless they’re desperate.” Dad’s face hardened. He slammed his hand on the arm of the chair. “Mere rumors. Twisted stories from scared packs trying to scare kids. Caius, you’re building fear in her heart on purpose. Working with Cassian to ruin her, aren’t you? Same old tricks from your father’s pack.”

People that know me are too much. Having a deep sigh I have my eyes running through every corners of the room gently and my leg is right on track strolling the area gently. 'These are tools for torture…' I have my eyes on it and fear gripped my soul even to its core. I feel disturbed merely seeing them. 'Thank goodness I am not here to have this chained on me… I am quite happy,' that gross excitement fill my heart with a dose of smile that runs through the collar of my face.

kept on running till I ran out of breath.The most strange thing I’ve ever seen.The image sticker to the back of my mind.Karl’s face twisted in a monstrous mask,his eyes glowing with feral gold.Every shadow seemed to writhe,Every sound echoed with rasp of his distorted voice.Was this real or I was trapped in some kind of nightmare.

If anyone was out of their mind, it was them with their sick mentalities. "If anyone's mentally unstable, it's you for being confident enough to pick her despite seeing how young she is. You're not only mentally unstable, you seem to be visually impaired as well. You call yourself a powerful Vampire but you couldn't notice the simple fact that Primrose and I are werewolves, the offspring of your sworn enemy.

He mumbled rubbing his palms over his face in frustration. "The girl looked so vulnerable. I got scared when she begged him. Her defeated gestures scared me, Smith." The man looked at his wife but said nothing. Because it wasn't just her who got scared. He dreaded the way Bella looked so powerless. For the first time, he felt scared, scared of hurting someone innocent. What if the painful curse leaving her heart started to destroy them? Maybe not financially but there was way more painful destruction one can suffer.