Cursed Cats Novels & Stories

I eyed them all, not believing for a damn second that they just wanted to talk. They were cats, after all. Calling bullshit, I roared a third time in response. Having made my stance clear, I checked out the crowd. Somewhere around fifty men and women—too many for me to take on my own, even with the curse working to my advantage. The cats would kick the curse into gear when they touched me, but there were so many of them that it wouldn’t buy me enough time to get away. Which meant I really might need to talk to them.

In short, he had taken a very handsome appearance today so he must really be in a bad mood. “What do you want to know? I need to return to breaking glass.” He asked dryly. “She can see ghouls and it's not because of the reaper’s markings.” “Isn't it obvious? She is cursed.” “What?!” Catalina blurted out. Before I could get hold of her, she'd already sprung out to face fate. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

I flipped another page and traced the lines slowly. “…cursed wolves lose the ability to shift when rejected by the moon goddess or when forbidden by ancient blood oaths. The pain usually intensifies near the full moon…” I paused. Cursed wolves? I reread the line again. Then again. Something clicked. Could Caspian be… cursed? But who would curse him? And why? He was powerful, and they feared him. He was literally called the Alpha of Alphas. I sat up straight and grabbed another book. My fingers shook as I flipped through the yellowed pages.

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

Cat fur started flying around since they were biting each other. In the end, Nathan held the new Persian cat in his arms. This cat belonged to Jessica initially, and its buttocks were burnt during a barbecue. It was abandoned since it was marred by a scar. Now, it was here with Hilda, and she named it 'Scorchy'. Nathan was touching the burnt cat's bottom when he saw Brian, who was recording each cat's progress.

I asked. " I can't remember if we are a rat or cat species, so I put towards unknown species. So the curse would work on anyone that doesn't know what we are." Towcs grumbled as he rubbed his sore cheeks. " * Laughs* You did a good job! You are really great!" Terry says with a dazzling smile as he roughly pats Towcs on the head unable to contain his happiness... Damn... I really want that kiss... " I am?" Towcs titled his head.

"You are nothing but an illusion." "I am dead, but clearly not an illusion, son. The Cursed Weapon had been used on werewolves as a form of punishment, one of the worst punishments, for as long as I can remember. For the elders, it kills them, but as a Lycan, you are more wolf than any other werewolf, so imagine that part stripped out of you. You are supposed to die, just like the elders, and yet somehow you survived. That, I believe, is the reason you can see me."

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

However, those were only her thoughts. "Cursed wolves should hide from others, especially from royal wolves. From ranks such as Alpha, beta, theta, delta, and gamma. Cursed wolves are cursed at birth, which means that even if they wish to, they can't erase the curse. However, if they want to, they can seek the assistance of witches in order to betray the eyes of others by bewitching their marks. But it will not be long before everyone knows about it. So when their wolves return, they will come out as wild and dangerous." Jennifer did not continue reading over the halfway point. She was unable to pull her gaze away from the book and asked,

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."