Sonic Cursing Novels & Stories

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

James felt so painful that he cursed, "Which fucker is seeking death! How dare you slap someone in broad daylight!" "It's me!" said an extremely mighty and cold voice.

I want to hit a clean cut punch on fucking gorgeous face,' that's what I exactly want to scream at this annoying man but I got to restrain my petite composure. Definitely I won't want Brendon to know my vulgar slang side. Most of the curses I had learnt from the managers of the dungeon. It's not something to brag about because I was just a slave getting cursed by those managers. Either way I'm going to get this crazy Delta wolf punished by Brendon. I climbed on the third floor's walls which was stretching to the left staircase. " Hey, psycho bitch. Get down when I'm being nice." Michael cursed walking towards me. I smiled and pointed out my middle finger at him. " Catch me if you can , fucki

In a blur of honey-colored fur, Jason Donovan joined the fight, snapping at Curtis with his slathering jaws. “You bloody little traitor!” Curtis bellowed, rage fueling his strength as he ripped his claws through Jason’s abdomen, blood spraying in a wide arc as the Lycan went down. Leaping over Jason’s body, Curtis started to launch himself at Razl with his claws extended, going in for a kill strike, when suddenly there was a furious, harrowing cry behind the Lycan. In the next instant, Curtis’s body gave a violent shudder as the sound of gunshot tore through the air, and he dropped to his knees on the ground, a gushing hole torn through the center of his chest. Lifting his gaze, Razl was stu

“ Fuck, how could you be so selfish, Hercules. Instead of being happy you are mourning over her happy life “, Hercules cursed himself and threw all the things from the table furiously but still, the anger inside him didn’t calm yet. …………….. Hey guys how was the chapter, if you like it please follow and comment. .

“Ahem. Ahem. Mic test. 1-2-3-3-1-2. Wait, why are we counting when testing a mic? You could just start singing right away, right? Tsk. Ahem. Sorry about earlier, folks. That traitor was out of line. My apologies. Ahem. Please, don’t panic. Everything’s gonna be fine. Our monkey comrades are handling it. Just cover your ears so you don’t hear the g*nfire—or better yet, listen to my voice. I know it’s irresistible, so go ahead, record it. Don’t be shy. It’s free! Make it your ringtone to brighten your day. Or your alarm clock, so you’ll wake up to my sexy voice. Hehehe. Anyway, some ugly monkeys suddenly invaded Boss’s territory. So gutsy, right? Damn. But just keep calm and relax, people. Jus

"Do you know that kidnapping is illegal? What do you think this is—your private backyard where you can just grab whoever you want? Let me go right now, or I'm calling the cops! I unleashed a torrent of every Crisean curse I had ever learned and phrases he couldn't understand, until I was practically spraying spit in his face. He did not get mad and barely frowned. As he quietly watched me vent, the cold smile in his eyes deepened. When I was finally hoarse from yelling, he said in flawless, Lemurian-accented Canverlian, "Are you done cursing?" Then, in his broken, clumsy Crisean, he repeated my words one by one in a tone that sounded innocent and confused, "Fucking… wrong… with you?" As he t

"Who the fuck are you?" "Rowan," I said again, sharper this time, a warning threaded through his name. Julian's head snapped toward me, eyes wild. "Oh," he spat, something ugly twisting his mouth. "So you fucked him too?" That was a mistake. Julian barely had time to register what he had said before Rowan slammed him back again, harder this time, forearm crushing his chest, fist fisting tighter in his collar as Julian lashed out wildly, his punch glancing uselessly off Rowan's shoulder.

The Crescent Oak Pack. But their Alpha and Luna just welcomed their first son, and I didn’t want to invade their first week with their newborn. I lean my forehead against the cool tile and close my eyes. The water helps to ease the tension that had started to creep back in. I hate everything about tomorrow except the good it usually does for the pack. I take one last swig of the whiskey and step out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist. My room feels too quiet as I walk back in.

I threw myself in front of the television in an attempt to block it from view. "Don't watch it, Evan! I'm begging you, please! Look away!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, but it was no use. Evan's reddened eyes were fixed on the television screen. "Shut up!" Evan rushed at the television and punched it. Instantly, the screen turned dark, and the glass fragments left cuts on his hands. Using his bloodied hands, he grabbed Carmen by the throat and pressed her against the dining table.