Scary Cursed Images Novels & Stories

My gaze fell to old tabloids and newspapers spread across the table. This was the part that gave me goosebumps—an album of photos and portraits of sorcerers from centuries ago. Some stood with wolf packs; others alone in forests, eyes glowing strangely. One photo froze me in place. A water sorcerer—grey robe, half-covered face. He looked so much like Morpheus. I shook my head hard. Impossible. Morpheus looked young. But still… the resemblance made my heart pound. Seriously, what was wrong with my heart?

I blinked several times in an attempt to focus, sucking in my breath when I was finally able to comprehend what I was seeing. "Carmen, don't. Leave those alone," he commanded, quickly heading in my direction. Even with only the light coming from the kitchen to illuminate the glossy photos, it was enough to allow me to realize the horror depicted on every one of them. I jerked one into my hand, trying to keep a rational mind. The photographs were horrible, the scenes of various murders unlike anything I'd seen before, either in real life or on television. I was pulled into a vacuum, my mind unable to process the information completely.

Jesus . Her mood continued to sour into disquiet the further she went in. There were things on a few of the printouts Emma wished she hadn’t seen. At one point, the eyes of a werewolf with a bodybuilder physique burned into her from an old woodcut, its jaws embedded in the midsection of a victim dangling from its hand like an hors d’oeuvre. In a black and white photo, a grim line of men in Civil War regalia posed for the camera, the winged corpse of something that resembled a dinosaur stretched out at their feet. Emma’s fingertips began sticking to the pages. She wiped a sleeve across her brow before any of the gathering sweat could slide off her face and smear the ink.

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

Marcus thought worried . " hhaa hahaha when the trust is breaking , mate bond is changed to hate, it's the time for the curse to overpower.Its the time of change of fate . Let's see what happen next?" came the sinister reply again from his wolf, but he knew this isn't Fire who was speaking it was the curse, again. The evil laugh and the mean word indicated it , without a say . " Didn't it end?" Marcus couldn't help but asked anxiously.As his eyes widen in horror.

The image changed and it was a picture of what looked like a man with white long hair and glazed over white eyes. The words next to the picture were Warlock. I counted ten skulls under the word threat assessment. "Warlocks exist too?" I gasped. "The things of storybooks are not simply just myth and legend. Just because you don't see them it doesn't mean they are not there," he explained. "This creature cursed me," he said through gritted teeth and then he changed the image on the monitor again. "He cursed me to become this disgusting creature," he spat. I turned my eyes to the screen to see a big obsidian wolf with red glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth. My breath caught in my throat. "Why d

But as the images sharpen, horror crawls up my spine. The thumbnails are nauseating. Young boys and girls—far too young—are bound and bleeding, their eyes empty or wide with terror. Some scenes show adults masked in wolf imagery, laughing while they hurt them. The titles are vile. “Training the Pack," "Little Prey," "Broken Howls." "Jesus," Hayden breathes, his voice hollow. All the blood drains from my face. I feel sick to my stomach. "They've been doing this for years," my husband whispers, his voice cracking with disgust and rage. "This isn't just Rachel. This is... a network."

She froze. The visions were clouding her senses. They came in distorted Images . She took loud and heavy breaths. There was a phishing sound in her head. She brought her hands over her ears to block out the sounds. It was futile. She saw a bloodied image of Mariana. The blood trickled down her face. The sight was horrific. Images of other bloodied parts of her body conjured up in her head. The dress she had on was badly ripped, her face contorted in pain and horror. The images soon began to dissipate into nothingness. Blackness washed over her and her knees gave away. She fell to the floor.

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~

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.