Cursed Bulbasaur Novels & Stories

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.

They all laughed, Suddenly, Stone steps screamed beneath hurried feet as though the figure plunged downward. By the time he reached the dungeon floor, the world above felt distant like a dream abandoned at the edge of the stairs, while the depths waited, patient and unforgiving. He shouted, “THE CURSE HAS BEGUN. WE ARE IN DANGER”

The blotches were gone. In the reflection of the steel tray, I saw myself for the first time—flawless skin, luminous green eyes brighter than moonlight, beauty that eclipsed Ella a hundredfold. The curse had lifted in the moment of death. “No!” Ella shrieked, face twisting with jealousy. “Kill her now! She can’t be prettier than me!” Martha snatched a scalpel. “She should’ve died years ago—stealing attention, daring to breed—”