Cursed Chicken Novels & Stories

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

Her words were venomous. "You have done a sin of separating two mates from each other... I curse you, Augustus... You will be separated from your mate just like me. You killed him when he was loving me, you will never be able to show your affection and love to your mate because when you do, she will die just like my mate died... He was not alert because he trusted me with his safety, he knew I'll protect him but you broke that trust, I curse you that you will never be able to win the trust of your mate and when you do, she will die in your arms just like my mate died..." She growled while struggling to attack him.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

ZEPHYRINE's POV. I stood frozen, my mind reeling in shock. "Cursed!" someone shouted, and the word was taken up by others, echoing through the clearing. "She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious?

He had no idea how many people were cursed, but there should not be many from their guild. As the seconds flew by, Zen’s skills were tested. The guild members reported that there were a total of seven cursed victims. Of which, four were badly shattered, so there were only three left. Zen put in the last batch of Rainbow Egg mixture into the oven and waited for the cursed victims to be brought over. He could not help but feel down. Despite his best efforts, four were dead. [You have received a reward for clearing the Egg Hunt Event. Kindly claim your reward from the inbox after the event has concluded.]

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

However, he was surprised when he saw that in front of him was standing Kumara with a pale face staring at him blankly. "Mbok Cenul. How are you, Mbok?" said Kumara with a smile. "That's great, Neng Kumara. I'm sorry, Grandma, just now Mbok was going to catch Mbok's chicken flying to your yard." Mbok Cenul smirked nervously, worried that Kumara would know why she had climbed in there. "The chicken can fly, can't it, Mbok?" asked Kumara. "Ho'o, Neng. Chickens fly." Mbok Cenul nodded quickly.

I hummed, digging into the piece of chicken in my hand, while clutching onto the teddy bear with my other hand. Alpha Jordan was practically staring at me like I was a television. He probably couldn’t get over the fact that I was so elated by pieces of chicken. “Never had chicken, huh?” He asked. Licking my mouth, I gulped down a mouthful of fruit juice, and responded. “Maybe once at the Dark Iron Pack. Should I even call that once? Anyway, I intentionally threw my sister’s piece of chicken. She made a fuss out of it, that I wanted to get her sick from bacteria. She rejected it because it was dirty, and ordered for another. And I got the spicy chicken all to myself.”