Cursed Chicken 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.......

Casie said quietly, "I need to understand the rules of engagement here. What exactly is at stake in this session?" Thorne's expression softened marginally. "Everything, Detective Blackwood. The Order's reemergence threatens the fragile balance that your bond helped to fix only days ago, and the Order is immobilising all of their agent just like Sparrow Jack, they're known as Bin Chicken and Kingfisher. Sadly, these titles, it seems, are just ranks within the Order, not an exact name for an individual. However, going on these names so far, it means that they name their ranks after birds.”

I answered her but she's still surprised that I'd know this random scripture. Based in here, this creatures are cursed by the first king itself Henry Velry. A curse spell that's been set upon those who wronged his majesty. Called the divine punishment that all of them feared. A curse for immortality that contains many abilities. At first it was considered a blessing and not a punishment but as the time went by all things had changed. Flesh eating beast that killed tons of human. An organization decided to extinguish each and everyone of them. But failed due to the fact that they were too powerful for them. But instead of backing down they observed on finding out their true weakness that they

What the fuck? My beautiful wing, or what was a beautiful wing, is green. I hit the ground hard because I'm more concerned with my wing than what's below me. I stumble and right myself, and as I do, I catch sight of my other wing. My legs too. I'm green. I'm cursed. Or I'm dying. That's it. Some horrible disease carried by eagle poop has invaded this realm and now I'm dying. My dragon's curse is death.

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?"

“Henrietta but who’s to say Dimitri won’t just transfer the curse back to Hunter?” She leaned against the couch and exhaled. “There’s a possibility.” “Dimitri wanted to turn Ezra into a cursed wolf, but he said Ezra’s immune. Can’t Hunter be immune?” Henrietta shook her head. “The curse is in his bones already. Ezra was strong enough to fight it off.” Ezra returned with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I declined a glass. “I’ll take it,” Henrietta said. She hadn’t slept in days. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was wild and messy and her shoulders sagged.

He remembered the Dark that had been pursuing the entire Eridanus genus, turning them into bloodthirsty murderers. This curse was like no other because it was an innate one. It was called “Hunger of the Dead”.

In my previous life, I would have laughed at the idea of a man turning into a hen. However, after I died, as my spirit was drifting away, I caught a glimpse of Keith all alone in some foreign place, his body all twisted and covered in decaying feathers. That was when I knew curses like that were no joke. They could really turn a guy into a hen. I was unsure how the hen curse had spread back then, but Keith got lucky this time around. He had met me before he hit 30. We got hitched, and, together, we would smash that mean, scary curse to bits.

Lingering close I slowly worked my way down her neck, peppering kisses down to her collarbone then SQUAWK! What the actual fuck? How did a chicken get in here? Where did it even come from? The offending poultry nugget was perched on top of the chaise in the room. Ruffling it's feathers as if we had interrupted it doing something important it's beady little black eyes stared at me. Boring into my soul, in a way only a chicken could; I met it's gaze, attempting to establish dominance. "Zach" CeCelia queried under me "is there a chicken in here?"

Jasmine then open Wanda’s room door and chicken ran outside as if he was stepping on fire floor , jasmine, Draco and Lieutenant Aldrich followed Chicken through red string that was earlier tied to his leg and try to keep up with his phase, in merely less than 5 minutes chicken ran towards an unfamiliar abandon house that was situated at one end of village, that house was in its most pitiful situation, broken roof, algae covered stone walls, creepy looking sacred fig tree whose tentacles were covering half of house from top and to add on a spook mist that was lingered around in surrounding. This place looked like a perfect example where one can literally die of anxiety attack. As soon as Jasm