Cursed Chicken Novels & Stories

A reformed Chicken had summoned Mama Ivy. My plan had been to get a few wives and kids to turn up so Ween couldn’t pull any shenanigans. Nothing like a little spotlight to scare off the cockroaches. Instead, Chicken returned with half the women in the area, led by Mama Ivy. Scariest old woman I’ve ever seen. And that’s saying something — my gran had a full beard. “I don’t know if I can,” he stammered. “I suppose I can try.” Apparently, time had healed him of any remorse he’d had.

Chad was amused by Benjamin's words. "A curse that requires the chimera pill to be lifted? Why don't I don't know about it?" As a Parasite Emperor, the supreme existence among all curses, was there a curse he had not heard of? Chad grabbed Benjamin's wrist and began to feel his pulse. Chad had not noticed anything abnormal about Benjamin's body. However, after checking his pulse, Chad's expression changed. Benjamin was indeed cursed, a type Chad had never encountered before. The most shocking part was that Chad could not suppress Benjamin's curse, even though he was a Parasite Emperor.

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.

I growled, indicating I didn't want to hear it, he was the last person I wanted to hear about. "It's serious," Jensen's eyes were very serious. "Tell me," I said, and his lips began to move. "The Crescent North Alpha is cursed!" I blinked, my gaze steadying on Jensen. "What do you mean?" I asked, pulling away from my horse. I have never heard such implausible words before. "The news has gone around North Central. I don't know how valid it is yet, but it seems the whole pack is cursed as well." I listened to Jensen until he was done.

Arthur asked Thomas right away. “Brahma chicken is slightly different from other chicken breeds, and it happened to clash with Mrs. Martin’s body. The irreconcilable conflict became even more obvious after being triggered by chilis, which is why Mrs. Martin felt ill all of a sudden,” Thomas explained. “It’s a good thing that Mrs. Martin came from Astrus City and has great tolerance for spicy foods. If this were a regular person, their face would have been ruined by now.” Was it really that serious?

“So it has begun.” Kaelen frowned. “What has begun?” The King opened his eyes again. “The curse.” The word put everyone in the room on alert. Lyra shifted slightly, and Rowan crossed his arms. Kaelen’s voice hardened. “What curse?” Darius took a slow breath. “Centuries ago… our ancestors slaughtered a powerful coven of witches.” Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night.

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

My senses exploded. I could hear the wings of moths. Smell the dew clinging to the grass. I could feel the heartbeats of those walking nearby in the pack square. Everything was… alive. More alive than I’d ever known it could be. I rose to my knees, shaky and gasping. My hands were still human, but filled with something deeper now. Something wild. Zorry hummed beneath my skin, a protective presence. Her thoughts tangled with mine, her instincts sharpening mine, "The curse they feared… it was never a curse. It was me. Hiding. Waiting. Watching."

Those who went to that city, if they didn't leave by nightfall would be part of the tortured immortal victims, then, they were killed, they were reborn and they lived like wild beasts in a continuous and repetitive cycle of misfortunes that made the city cursed. Because of this, the city of the cursed was forbidden for everyone unless someone threw their enemy in that place, bound and drugged when he woke up at dusk, being tortured and chased by monsters. City of Sherman. There was a car accident, which they didn't know in the middle of the trip to a farm hotel, when somehow the car skidded, he and his wife died, but not their son..., the youngest daughter was also saved, she was more than t