Cursed Cats Novels & Stories

He hurled the cat bundle to the ground with a thud and cursed, "They're not blind! Only I must be blind to have picked a fool like you! We're done. Don't even think about begging me when the apocalypse hits, you idiot." The door slammed so hard it shook the walls. Once he left, I hurriedly freed the cats, my heart still racing. This wasn't the first time I'd been cursed at like that. Ever since graduation, my reputation as a "Saintly Cat Mama" had stuck. And all of it was because I was, without a doubt, a total cat slave. After university, I rented my own apartment. To fulfill my childhood dream of raising pets, I rescued two stray cats on a rainy night.

"Mother! Tell the priest to take it back!" An angry furry ball bare its fang at the thousands of furry beings present that were looking pleased with the banishment of his twin sister. They claimed she's cursed, because she was the first of their kind to be born with a snow white fur and eyes that changes colors. The exact qualities mentioned in the prophecy. But the enraged cat finds his sister one of a kind and of course, family. He didn't want her to get hurt.

"But mostly they want you to look for a luna soon. Or else, there won't be anyone to be the heir. Why aren't you, looking for your mate yet?" August question left him speechless. "I can't tell you the curse that has been, gifted to me. Whoever I will love will die. So will my mate. So there's no way for me, to find my mate." "I can't risk anyone's life just for my pack. I don't want anyone to die for me. So I will always keep my distance from others. Which is always better.'' "You don't want to find your mate? What will you answer the others then?".

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.

, Kendrick complained. "From what we can tell, both parties were cursed" "So what exactly is the curse on my pack?", Kendrick sighed. "It is exactly what your pack is experiencing. The curse was that because of your pack's hand in his death and that of his family, your pack would gradually revert back to being mere wolves which lived at the mercy of others", one of the councilmen pronounced and Kendrick bowed his head in frustration. "So how can this curse be canceled?", I inquired. "Well, the curse would have never began to manifest itself if not for your Alpha here"

When she was done, Catherine took off her clothes and had her bath. “I'm Kate.” She stretched out her hands for a handshake but Catherine ignored her and the other girls who sat closely giggled their laughter as they saw what had happened but Kate did not give up. All the while, Catherine kept thinking about the tattoo she had seen on the man’s hand. She wondered if her father's brother had sent these men to capture her or if they even knew who she was. The black fur and white fur which was headed by Catherine’s father were rivalries. They had been fighting ever since she learned how to take her first step. She did not know the cause of her mother’s death but she knew that the black fur migh

Alpha Kaine, who hadn't been aware that the lady had opened her eyes, was a bit shocked before he came back to his senses. "What's wrong Catarina?" He frowned. "I'm afraid it's not going to go as we've agreed." The woman sitting whose name was Catarina said, "Why?" Alpha Kaine frowned as he had a sour feeling. "I'm afraid the curse is acting more effectively and at this rate, you'll have no more than a month to live," Catarina sighed. Hearing her words Alpha sighed and didn't say anything but merely turned to look at the mountain of skeletons.

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

Clayton will sense her as his mate. Seventeen is still young, and I wanted her to wait for her to be eighteen. If she felt the tingling rupture inside Clayton, I had no choice but to block the mating phase. She's not ready, and being a cursed black Jaguar still needs to be taken care of. I need to research her curse, but all I learned from her mother and the chief; the curse is deadly, a bad omen that their god had punished because of the first chief. I remembered those words before leaving the clan.

But the moment of triumph didn’t last long. “I hate to be the bearer of ill news,” Elder Roth said suddenly, setting his goblet down with a grave look. His white beard quivered slightly as he leaned over the map. “But there remain three southern packs yet untouched. And those…” he paused, casting a glance around the room, “those are cursed.” Silence fell like a guillotine. “Cursed?” I repeated, my voice low. Dangerous. “Their Alpha Kings are bound by blood pacts, ancient black magic. Even if you go in with all your armies, Damien, the magic will devour your wolves before they reach the gates.”