Weird Cursed Images Novels & Stories

a voice spoke up confidently, completely of the believe that Kira was behind the sudden deaths. "She is not the one behind any of this and that I can assure you of. You all have seen the dead bodies of those who died. Now tell me, does any of the bodies look like the bodies of people that were killed by a werewolf? No, they do not because a werewolf can't inflict such marks and leave a body looking that way. The evil behind this are creatures who are apparently the exact opposite of us and they are called, the creatures cursed by the sun," he said to them and most of the faces in the crowd immediately turned confused. "Creature cursed by the sun? What is that? Who are they and where do they

Or it could be a trap. “Full spectrum scans,” I said. “Now. I want magical, biological, and psychic, hell, toss a fucking empathy test in there if you have to. No one steps inside until we’re sure.” It took nearly an hour, but when the results came in, two names lit up in red. Two male wolves. Older. Quiet. Faces too calm. “Curse remnants,” Thessaly confirmed. “Faint. Hidden deep. But they’re there.” I stared down at them through narrowed eyes. “What kind of curse?”

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

Two doctors in surgical scrubs, speaking in low voices that suggested confidential discussion. "—finally got the consult results back on the council member's son," one was saying. "Three different curse specialists, and none of them can figure out how to break it completely." "How old is the kid?" the other asked. "Five. Can you imagine? Some bastard cursed a five-year-old with advanced blood work. The ethics alone—" "What kind of symptoms?" "Seizures, organ deterioration, magical instability. They've been managing it with temporary fixes, but without breaking the curse at its source, he's not going to make it past adolescence."

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

The curse originated through forbidden blood magic and was commonly delivered through food or drink, allowing the victim to unknowingly accept the curse into their own body. That immediately caught my attention. I read more carefully. The journal described unusual magical reactions, emotional instability, black markings spreading beneath the skin, and interference with supernatural bonds. I swallowed hard. Several similarities immediately stood out. Far more than I was comfortable admitting. Still… Not everything matched perfectly. There were details the journal failed to explain, along with symptoms Raiden hadn’t shown. I rubbed my tired eyes before looking down at the three journals spread

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

"Alaric." But what made Siron's blood freeze was the illustration on the next page: Alaric lay in a coffin, but black tendrils grew from his chest, spreading and choking the people around him. And in the corner of the image, there was a symbol, identical to the one on Siron's wrist. "The curse wasn't just a curse," Kit said, his eyes scanning the text. "I... I don't fully understand this language, but there are the words 'verschmelzung', fusion. And 'seele', soul."

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

He urged, pointing to a page. Reluctantly, I looked. Even though the pages were a bit wrinkled, I could still clearly see the drawing of a werewolf under a moon Eclipse with the words ‘Eclipse Curse's boldly inscribed under the drawing. “I'm afraid this is not a matter you can simply handle in your anger”.