Cursed Cats Novels & Stories

“I promise you, Grandmother. I will retrieve the key, no matter the cost. And if, by some cruel twist of fate, I do not return… then please, take care of Carmela. Let her know that I fought until the end, that I loved her with all I had, and that my sacrifice was not in vain.” Catherine’s gaze softened further, tears glistening in her tired eyes. “I will, my dear. I will do everything in my power to protect her. But you must understand, the key is not the only curse that plagues us. There is another, deeper curse—one that consumes the soul of the one who dares disturb the natural order. You risk not only your life but the very essence of who you are.”

"What the fuck did YOU do? And how fast can you undo it?" "It was undone," Tubby said in that cryptic Fate way that made one want to tempt Fate and strangle them just to see what would happen. "Years of pain, years of cruelty, years of loneliness. The no-fur curse is no more." "What fucking curse?" Spitfire demanded. He pointed to the fluffy tail that wouldn't stop twitching. "Do you see what's on my ass? THIS is the curse, you fucking twit." "Purl!" The tubby tom moved behind the tiny fate like he could hide there. "He's scary. You talk to him."

She quickly bowed her head and whispered, "No disrespect meant!" The God of the Cats got up, stretched, and walked casually over to the Goddess. He purred, " We know that! It is just if we kill her before the curse is lifted, she will be sent to the dark until she can be reincarnated again." The God of the Cats then sat down and started to clean his paws. The Sun God growled, "We can not just leave our daughter defenceless! " In mid-lick, the cat God stopped and said, " Excuse me, Adonis, but you are forgetting two things!"

“We’ll miss you, girl. You sure you’re okay?” “I’m okay,” Maddie said, already crouched near a cheap little carrier crate. “I’m taking Flan. I’ll call you once I’m settled, promise.” She opened the crate and out waddled the ugliest cat I’ve ever laid eyes on. One eye, lopsided spine and tail bent like a question mark. It blinked up at me, hissing softly. “No,” I said immediately. “Absolutely not. That’s not a cat. That’s a medieval curse.”

“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.”

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

She put it down when she saw me, a mocking smile playing on her lips. I tried to ignore her, wanting only to escape this suffocating place. To my surprise, Mandy stood up and blocked my path. She crossed her arms as she looked down at me with challenging eyes. "Leaving so soon? I thought you'd be shameless enough to stick around," Mandy mocked. I stared at her, not saying a word. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Mandy gloated at my silence. "I told you, you're not good enough for Ethan. Look at yourself, all pathetic and bitter."

I looked menacingly up at the moon and muttered under my breath, “What new games are you playing now, Selene? First, you bestowed us with a curse, and now this. My mate is a Lycan, the most powerful one. Yet, she’s so vulnerable. We couldn’t be together.” Moon Goddess must have been laughing at me from up above. Gritting my teeth, I finally reached the cottage. Padding through the empty hall, I rushed upstairs and reached her room. Panic fueled my entrance as I swept through the door. I laid Diana down, her stillness sending a chill through me. I grasped her shoulders, shaking her, desperate for a sign of life. But she didn’t move.

That has to count for something, right? "Aaand maybe that is the reason why you should stay away." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "Curiosity did kill the rat." "Cat." I agreed with him. "Curiosity killed the cat." I gave him a wide smiled and pointed to myself. "I'm no cat. Cats cannot talk." "I know," He said. "But you're a rat." What the actual... I clenched my hands on my sides and asked, "How the heck am I a rat?!"