Cursed Cats Novels & Stories

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

● Numerous other disposal characters Cursed children plot Four teenage boys are cursed by the goddess, Hecate, after they desecrate he shrine on a night out. She curses them to transform into bloodthirsty werewolves every night on a full moon. After murdering innocent townsfolk and subsequently their loved ones but waking up bloody with no recollections of the night before. The are left with no option but to leave town after they are found and hunted down by the furious townsfolk. Their group of four begin their travels together in search of answers to their questions and a cure to what they believe to be an ailment.

I grabbed my plate and a bun for Mason and went and sat down with him. "So what did you want to tell Oliver? That you love him and he is so dreamy?" "Haha, no I found his family histories and I thought he would wanna know about his family." "Ya he probably does, if they are still alive." He looked away as if remembering his own family being murdered by Lucian. Lucian Stone was the retriever. He came and took the kids when they were small enough. Either paying the parents a handsome amount of money or killing them when they refused. Mason was a pure bread Alpha like Damon. He seemed normal, I wasn't sure what they wanted him. He didn't have any special skills except that his wolf was huge. Th

She closed her eyes and then suffered the agony in silence as the blood from her wrist dropped on the bowl. Carla understood what she was trying to do. She walked over to the man who seemed to have lost all his beauty and now resembled a monster. She commented, “It's a curse. A really bad one, I don’t think anyone uses this curse now. Not unless the person is their mortal enemy.” Her sudden words shocked Daniella and Ryan as they did not expect the cat to suddenly speak up but they did not question Levy who seemed to be focused on reviving Jacob. “This is not going to be easy,” Carla warned Levy.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Quartney smiled menacingly and said, “That’s not an ordinary curse. It’s called the Sorrowful Spirit's Curse. I acquired it from a fragmented scroll left behind by Franciscus. I combined it with Deadgory Bugs and cursed every member above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank. “Once I die, everyone cursed will also perish, regardless of their strength.” Quartney laughed wildly and said, “It’ll be easy for you to kill me, but I’ll bring down everyone above the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank with me. That includes the Heavenly Warriors, eighty-four powerhouses at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation, three hundred or so at the Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation’s upper grade, and middle grade. You’ll b

Then, this must be the misfortune cat. Dad once told me that the misfortune cat was also known as the unlucky cat. They were born with a strong power that comes with a strong curse. At some certain fixed point of their age, the misfortune cat would witness the death of their parents. The darker their fur colour, the stronger they are as well as their ‘curse’. And the deadliest one dad said that he had ever seen was coloured obsidian black and yet this one— —is perfect black. Even darker compared to Vanta-black.

The symptoms were horrible. It began with a rattling cough and fatigue. Nothing serious…until it was. The curse specifically targeted a person’s wolf. Slowly draining the spirit’s energy and eating away at it until there was nothing left. It is brutal and painful. No person born with a wolf could survive it. There was no cure for the curse…none that did not involve the blackest of magic. I understood in that moment just why Katya wanted my daughters. I could not surpass the deep growl that built in my chest. “Then we have our case.”

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.

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.