Sonic.exe Curse Novels & Stories

Muzan snapped. “Talk,” Edric growled. “Diana, whatever you are to this curse…whatever your soul is…it’s dangerous to it. You might be its end.” “That sounds like good news. The bad news?” Edric asked. Silence. Except for my ragged breathing. Edric’s shuddering form. The distant howl of something far older than all of us. Muzan took a breath and tore his eyes from the trees back to us like it was difficult to look at us. “Bad news is, the curse doesn’t like that…and so, it’s fighting back.”

The red eyes remained, but they were filled with fear. “This isn't over,” Alaric snarled. “I am part of the curse. As long as the curse exists, I will return.” “Then we will destroy the curse,” Siron replied, her voice firm and sounding foreign to her own ears. Morat looked at her with pride and tenderness. You are incredible. Alaric hissed, and then the monster’s form collapsed, turning into a green mist that shriveled and disappeared through the cracks in the floor, leaving behind the scent of rotting flowers.

Cole "Dammit!" I cursed, kicking at the dirt next to my broken down motorcycle, a cloud of dust formed and made me sneeze in response. The black Suzuki had sputtered and coughed a few times before it lost all power and came to a stand still in the middle of bloody nowhere. I'd hoped it was going to be a quick fix, but once I'd eliminated all of the obvious issues, I knew I was going to need help with this one. I swore in every single language I knew, feeling better once I had got my frustration out of my system.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

“It is her magic, after all.” I agreed, but within my hand, I drew forward a small orb. The largest bit of Maise’s magic I had been able to milk out of her. Unknowingly taken, but her magic had been unknowingly given. “She trusts me. Even when she does not understand the reason for my actions, she trusts me. The same as I do her.” The succubus marveled at the globe of unfettered energy. “And if I don’t accept?” I smiled cockily, hoping that covered my bluff. My lack of a backup plan. “You ever heard of a thing called the curse of the rogue?”

Until I could already read it. "Lords of Immortals, grant my wish, I wish to end the curse and wake all my pack members. Lords of Immortal wake up thy unconscious and bring their life back- AHHH!" My sharp squeal echoed in the room when a flash of lightning suddenly struck the grave. I stepped back and ran out of the place. I shifted and ran faster while the thunder was making me want to cry out loud. Even if my lungs run out of air I persist to run and run back to the pack.

“So I’m supposed to understand that you two teenagers activated the parallel curse.” Seth finally spoke up after listening to Gabriel for a couple of minutes. He had heard about the possibility of that but never cared to try it out. “What’s that?” They both asked at the same time. “What you just told me. Activating the highest dimension of our curse by killing someone.” Seth explained. “Oh, that is what it is called.” Gabriel said. “Well, you must not let anyone know about this. It is against the rules, werewolves should not have access to this knowledge, it may turn out very bad. I will not punish you two for this because I did not tell you earlier.” Seth said.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

"I didn't want to do this here, but you leave me no choice." I reacted instantly, pushing Isabella behind me. "Victoria, take her!" Silvano lunged forward, but stumbled mid-step, a spasm of pain visibly racking his body—the curse responding to his proximity to me. The momentary weakness gave Aurora just enough time to uncork the vial. "One drop of this," she threatened, "and the curse accelerates beyond control. Not even your precious mate's research can save you then." "But mine can." Johnny's voice came from my phone, which I'd subtly activated during the confrontation. I'd left the call connected to his lab computers.

Lucien answered, "He still rules, but not for long." Her curiosity heightened her eyes. "Oh. Thus, the young Alpha continues to believe that he is king. He's under a curse. I tell you, I'm cursed. cursed. At last, Kieran spoke and moved forward. "He has become conceited. careless. "And silky," I continued, sounding icy. "His Luna has blinded him. So far, everything is going according to plan. The pack is divided and restless. Now is the ideal moment to attack. With the same mischievous glitter in his eyes as our mother's, Lucien spoke. Mom gave me a knowing smile as she tilted her head.