Cursed Caillou Novels & Stories

I lifted my hand and clenched my fist. My hatred was real. That much did not require pretending. “So, this is about love huh?” Kael croaked again. “A wolf who wants revenge huh?” he asked again. “Anything you call it. But you get to get your wins as well.” I interrupted. I took three steps forward. The cursed around me stiffened, yet none of them attacked. “King Kael.” “You have been cursed for decades. Obviously you are deprived of mating, you are deprived of good food.”

If they keep on with that, no one knows if they would be about to open their eyes again due to the swell. “You’re surely going to die before I do, Anny. I curse you,” Camille cursed. “Oh please. That curse won't work on me because I'm going to kill you with my own hands. Watch your back.” “I curse the day I gave birth to you and I curse my womb for releasing you. I curse you and you will never have peace for daring to hit your mother in the face. Don't take my words for nothing because they are surely going to happen.”

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

"Bu⁠t we‍'re out o‌f ti​me. The proximi​ty i⁠s‍n't enough. The bond need‍s more or t‌he cur‌se will finish what it started." I sat back down. My legs f​elt we​ak. "S​how me." "What?" "Show me. All of‍ you. Show me what the curse is d⁠oi‌ng." Caelan h‍e⁠sitated. The⁠n he‌ sto‌od. Pulled up his sl‍eeve. The m​arks we⁠r⁠e there. Darker‌ th‍an‌ I'​d seen on Kieran. Covering‌ his en⁠tire forearm. St‍atic now but visible. Proof.

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.

Cammie may be a genius girl who knows every word from every dictionary in the world while Alyssa may be a Nobel Prize winner for a new physic theory in the next ten years, and I may be a person who likes to put dead stuff in formaldehyde bottles in our refrigerator, but still, we are just like any ordinary girls, and even the Ultara girls need to have some fun. We bought Nutella churros and ate cotton candies while dancing to the blasting music with the crowd. All of us had grown on all the fun at the carnival that we almost lost track of time. After hours passed, people began to clear away. Some of the booths along the street were being closed down. Alyssa jabbed on her phone, but then she

I'll die a sad and lonely wolf and all because my father thinks keeping me locked up like this is protecting me. I know you'll probably ask why I don't just go outside without Siri noticing but believe me, I've tried. The cottage is fortified with some sort of magic or enchantment, anyone can just walk in and out, anyone except me. Each time I try to walk out that door, I become enveloped by excruciating pain and it almost feels like I'm engulfed in fire, the flames blazing at my skin piece by piece.

He closed his eyes back not wanting to see anymore. Tristan felt the weight on his body being lifted the longer Jade's lips were on his. He felt less pain than he felt earlier. His body was now completely back to normal. A smile broke out on his face. "Does this mean I am no longer a cursed wolf?" He asked, hoping it was true just as he felt it. "Congratulations Tristan Stone, you are officially no longer a cursed wolf," Jade confirmed. Tristan has felt no greater joy like this in his life before. Not only was his curse broken but he felt lighter than ever.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~