Cursed Black Cats Novels & Stories

I looked menacingly up at the moon and muttered under my breath, “What new games are you playing now, Selene? First, you bestowed us with a curse, and now this. My mate is a Lycan, the most powerful one. Yet, she’s so vulnerable. We couldn’t be together.” Moon Goddess must have been laughing at me from up above. Gritting my teeth, I finally reached the cottage. Padding through the empty hall, I rushed upstairs and reached her room. Panic fueled my entrance as I swept through the door. I laid Diana down, her stillness sending a chill through me. I grasped her shoulders, shaking her, desperate for a sign of life. But she didn’t move.

Zeke replied to her. Judging from Zeke's expression, Catrina knew that Mathilda's illness had instilled a deep sadness in the Blackthorn pack, especially for the Donovan family. “However, according to our elderly Oracle, who is able to see things that the rest of us cannot, the Moon Goddess cast a dark curse on our pack.” "Curse?" Catrina stopped walking, staring at Zeke in confusion. "Yeah. A curse because of what Carlo did to you and the baby in your womb four years ago."

The cat let out a soft purr, the sound almost vibrating in the quiet as if mocking her. She pointed a finger at it, suspicion creeping in. “Wait, are you—” She stopped herself, unable to finish the thought. Witch. The word stuck in her throat. Weren’t black cats supposed to be linked to witches? Her hand instinctively found the Gorgon amulet beneath her dress. No sign of the intense vibration Roselia had warned her about when danger was near. The cat was harmless.

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.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

“I went to the ruins. To what’s left of the Blackmoor estate.” I waited, breath shallow. “And I found Malric there. My uncle.” The name landed like a blade between us. Malric Blackmoor. Exiled. Twisted by dark blood magic. One of the first wolves to willingly embrace the curse rather than fight it. “He told me the curse isn’t what we thought,” Silas continued. “It’s not just some ancient magic passed down to punish a bloodline. It’s alive. A force. A consciousness.” My chest tightened. “Like a spirit?”

Celeste turned slightly, her expression shifting into perfectly measured concern. “For years, Alpha Draven Blackwood has concealed a curse that turns him into a bloodthirsty beast on the night of every full moon.” Murmurs spread instantly. She lifted a hand dramatically. “I have provided visual evidence, witness records, security reports, and testimony from former estate staff confirming that on full moon nights, Blackwood estate enters complete lockdown under false pretenses.” Her voice sharpened. “Why?” She turned fully toward the council. “Because their Alpha becomes a danger to everyone around him.”

Noble knights, gentlemen, boys, girls, and ladies. The story I present here is not about a black cat. This is the story of the black cat, the first, true and unique. It all started a long time ago. When cats were venerated as gods, temples were built and offerings were made. And that certainly had its reasons. Among all the cats in the world there were those that were born with two tails. Each of them had a gift. And immortality.

It then stepped towards the human enemy to finish it but suddenly stopped on its feet when. Something's wrong with the human body! It was enveloped by black thingy. The Noble Rat immediately back stepped. It could feel his life was in danger. The Noble Rat seemingly made the right decision. After it backstepped, from its supposed position, where it was standing just a moment ago, had now scratched marks of claws. The Noble Rat stared at the enemy in puzzlement. Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up.

Or was she just very far from it? She crawled slowly towards the open coffin and when she was almost close enough, she peeped into it and saw a- No, that was- No, no. She peeped again for a little bit longer to be sure of what she had seen earlier, and indeed it was what she had seen! What the-?! What is this... thing? An animal? A weird creature? A mutant? An animal mutated creature?! Black fog like the miasma following her earlier was coming out of its body and circulating it. It was like a dead human with the strangest appearance.