Cursed Cartoon Novels & Stories

He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.

“I was expecting someone… older.” Carter’s jaw tightened, his voice steady despite the tremor in his fists. “Our age doesn’t affect our fight.” The Wicked’s grin widened, all cruel amusement. “Spirited. I like that.” His voice lowered, almost a purr. “You’d make a fine apprentice for me one day.” “I’d never join you,” Carter shot back, eyes blazing. “I’ll fight to destroy you—and your Curse.” A chuckle escaped the Wicked’s lips—dark, knowing. “We’ll see about that,” he murmured, lifting a hand. “I have a feeling our paths will cross again… soon.”

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.

Her tone was casual, but her question sent a chill down my spine. Feigning sadness, I sighed heavily. "Lately, he hasn't been eating well. He's always tired and just wants to sleep. I've been thinking of taking him to the hospital." Her laughter rang out, bright and carefree. "A hospital? For what? Babies are like that. You worry too much, Carrie. Taking him to the hospital all the time will just make things worse." I nodded absently. "You're right. Maybe I am overreacting."

She is inside the painting and trapped! Alyssa saw the raging fire approaching her that wanted to burn her alive. She closed her eyes and prayed fervently. "Amen!" she finished her prayer and quickly broke the paintbrush. Maggie and Carlos saw the artist at the back of the mansion. He laughed as he watched the painting burn. He did not notice the two students. His attention is on the painting that had turned to ashes. Carlos quickly punched the artist. He looked surprised he couldn't avoid the blow from the young man. The artist was hit in the jaw. Carlos saw one of his hands that seemed to be pulling out a handgun, he quickly kicked him.

Looking at the cow face made me snicker. "What's so funny?" Mom asked, peering over my shoulder. "Oh, it's nothing-" "What's that, honey?" she took the milk carton from my hand and studied it. "Just a tongue in the cheek joke," I replied. "You draw a cow on your milk carton?" she asked, looking absently. "Yes, because that's cow's milk, right?" "Uh, yes, right," she replied awkwardly, "Nice drawing by the way," then she handed it back to me and walked away. Well, that made me scratch my head in puzzlement.

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.

“And what’s that issue?” “I don’t know how to say, but my wolf’s fur was golden. It was a golden wolf. I didn’t hear of someone having a golden wolf. It can be a curse or ....” I didn’t know what to say. My voice was shaky. I didn’t know if it was a good sign or bad. What does the golden fur of my wolf indicate? There was a burning tension inside me because my wolf was ignoring me. “Let me tell you a story.” I nodded.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

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.