Cursed Cat Images Novels & Stories

“No, go on. If it sheds some light on, this it will be helpful.” “I told this to your head of security already and introduced him to Rolo so he could ask Rolo whatever he needed. Now for the cat. Cat’s are lucky, having nine lives and all that. They’re free and independent souls. When one’s gifted a cat, it’s good luck, if it’s alive. Gifting a cat that’s dead… That’s basically cursing the person with bad luck. If they leave a corpse on a doorstep, it’s generally for bad luck. Being that it’s left in such an intimate space… Someone’s trying to wish you bad luck in your intimate, private, or personal dealings.”

His heartless look made Zephyr Khan's mouth twitch. "Damn it!" As he cursed, he had a new understanding of this greedy cat. The cat had not been injured at all despite its terrifying power earlier. Even his Evil Breaking Eye had not detected the existence of the city from such a long distance, but it was able to detect the existence of the city first. All of this showed that this cat was not simple. While thinking, Zephyr Khan couldn't help looking at the greedy cat. The latter's body stiffened. Then, the white fur on its body suddenly stood up, and a pair of lovely watery eyes showed that something was wrong.

‘Aris, believe me, I am really, really trying to concentrate on what you are saying, but it’s a bit hard considering the fact that… the blinding sight in front of me is burning my fucking eyes off! (ﾉಥ益ಥ)ﾉ ┻━┻ ‘Can’t you two spare some sympathy for the single dogs in this room and stop with whatever you think you are doing?!? щ（ﾟДﾟщ）And, Aris, how the fuck do you expect me to concentrate on serious matters when I’ve got this deadly image of an orange tabby with tousled fur meowing in front of me?!?’ Ok, sure, the devastating cuteness was pleasing to the eyes, but not to the heart! 〒▽〒

But his words caused the expression of all who knew what that creature was to change. The Resurrection Cat was a weak High Class Magical Beast that had a rare ability. It had weak attack power, a feeble defense, and the only thing that it got working for it was its impressive speed. If it wasn’t for the fact that it had an ability, it wouldn’t even be recognized as a Middle Class Magical Beast. For it had the physique of a Low Class at best. But its special ability was so impressive that it was ranked as a High Class. What was this special ability?

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

Cyrus studied the massive, mutated cat. It had crouched in the storm for a long time, snow crusting its body. It showed no hostility. It only stared at the bunker with unblinking focus. When it blinked, the strain showed through. "Looks like that fight with Ilyana took a lot out of it." The mutated cat had gone toe-to-toe with Ilyana and her treasured blade. She had nearly collapsed from exhaustion. The cat was not much better off. Deep cuts still marked its body where the blade had struck.

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.

The smell of piss and feces hit my nose, and vomit lodged in my throat. It burned like hell, but I swallowed, not wanting to add to the horrendous stench. The garage had cement walls, and two barred cells stood across from us with a solid wall between them. One was vacant, but the other one held someone. A figure crouched in the corner, hiding its face. The only evidence that it was human was the clothes I could see and the lack of hair on the arms.

Alpha Alexandro yelled, his voice… his words all spilled venom. I am an outcast, I am a cursed orphan, I am unwanted, undesirable, unlovable, I am all these and all these things is what I’ll probably ever be for the rest of my days. Everybody rejects me, no one wants anything to do with me, I am a cursed wolf and it really hurts that I cannot do anything about it.

While it was Luc’s first time witnessing Kirin behaving like this, he felt that he could not comprehend this young master of the Summers family anymore. In fact, Luc felt a chill down his spine. In the end, Kirin finished his drawing and stared at it. He then started laughing maniacally. On the drawing were a cat and a mouse. The cat had sharp claws and looked ferocious, while the mouse looked terrified and was trembling in the corner. “Hehehe… Tyr… our game has just begun.