Cursed Cats Novels & Stories

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

I can't let her come in-between my senses of reasoning. I paced to the study room and picked up the book I have on my table. I have not been able to get to another page. I am just at one page ever since. The curse is something I wouldn't love anyone to know about because I don't know how to break it. The curse is a difficult thing and now that she has known, the bond from our fate would act as a catalyst to put us together. I couldn't really concentrate on the book. I will open a page, read small. Before I know it, I am already thinking heavily again.

Marcus thought worried . " hhaa hahaha when the trust is breaking , mate bond is changed to hate, it's the time for the curse to overpower.Its the time of change of fate . Let's see what happen next?" came the sinister reply again from his wolf, but he knew this isn't Fire who was speaking it was the curse, again. The evil laugh and the mean word indicated it , without a say . " Didn't it end?" Marcus couldn't help but asked anxiously.As his eyes widen in horror.

Debo: “ You don’t feel very well! It must be because of yesterday's act! The sea was freezing! You could have frozen to death! Kataleya said nothing. Debo: “ Kataleya, what happened? You look very haggard! Why did you try... Kataleya: “ I am a black sorceress! I made a curse! Debo: “ What? Kataleya: “ When I was eight years old I was raped by eight men and I cursed! Debo: “ By the Gods! Men are horrible! Kataleya: “ I made a curse thinking it was protecting me, but in reality I... Debo: “ What plague? Kataleya: ““With my hands, I condemn all men who mess with me. They will die in the most painful way. Every second of mine will be your pity, every tear of mine will be your pain, every sad mem

The remaining beast is the one tied to Caelora’s wolf. I throw a pleading look at Caelora; she meets it with a half-smile I don’t like. Another cat launches out of nowhere. You witch—evil pupil of the Cat’s Breath, I curse Caelora in my chest. The cats strike all at once. I fend off the first and the second with reflex more than skill, trading finesse for pure survival. I don’t think about winning; I only think about not dying. They grow vicious. If I don’t kill these cats, I will lose my life.

She lay back, breathing hard, trying not to cry. The low grumbling voice momentarily snapped her from the pain. "Well, guys, what do we have here? It stinks like a dog and it's stupid enough to get caught in a wolf trap. It must be one of Nicolas' pack that escaped when we killed the rest of those sniveling mutts." Mandy stared at three enemy cats, and wondered if her life could get any worse. ***

"I know you never got to meet Catherine. But no matter what happened, I know she would have been an amazing grandmother. We all have our pasts, our sins. But I have no doubt that she would have been proud—so proud—to see how this family is now filled with daughters." "That’s why I want you to keep these. It’s a piece of her. A piece of the Palmers. Even if we aren’t Palmers anymore, we grew up as such. And you—my girls—are the ones who finally broke that awful curse." Serenity raised an eyebrow. "What curse?" Maximus smirked. "The one where we kept bringing idiots into the world. If you think about it, after Catherine, everything went downhill. You don’t have to be a genius to realize that t

But just as Adrian had the upper hand, tearing through the monstrous wolf’s defenses, I heard a voice—a deep, booming voice that seemed to echo from the very fabric of the night. “You will never escape your fate.” The words sent a shiver down my spine. I spun around, trying to locate the source of the voice, but there was nothing—only the shadows, stretching out endlessly in every direction. The voice, though, continued, filling the air with its dark, ominous tone. “You are cursed, Adrian, just like the rest of your kind.” I froze, the weight of those words crashing down on me like a tidal wave. Cursed? What did that mean? Who were these wolves, and what curse was the voice speaking of?

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."