Cursed Chicken Novels & Stories

Cemani chicken is a black chicken that is often used by shamans to practice black magic. Someone is terrorizing them, who is he? Sam took gloves from inside the house, put them on, and rummaged through the contents of the box looking for clues, just in case there was some kind of letter in there. But he found nothing but the dead chicken. Seeing that Luna was still frightened, Sam disposed of the carcass as quickly as possible. Luna waited for Sam in the living room, she sat on the sofa and thought about what the chicken carcass meant.

Ash, standing guard beside Julie, glanced at Charlotte when he heard the name. Julie remained composed as she gently patted her stomach. Charlotte looked puzzled. "What?" "Chicky is right here," Julie said with a mischievous smile. Charlotte was stunned. Her eyes widened. Julie chuckled. Ash slapped his forehead. Charlotte looked at him, and he couldn't help but explain the situation. Chicky was originally intended to be a meal that a subordinate brought for Julie. However, Julie had never seen a live chicken or duck before and insisted on keeping it as a pet. But he knew that keeping it indoors would be troublesome, as it had a strong odor.

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

“Use your mouth. Pick up the belt.” – Four Years Earlier – February 14, 2021 9:52 a.m. "Fuck!” I coughed. Hard. The burnt chicken choked me. Smoke curls toward the ceiling. That was the second chicken. I was aiming for grilled chicken with garlic butter shrimp. Simple and perfect for a romantic dinner. Plus it was Jess's favourite. What I created looks like charcoal with ambition. I stare at the pan in disbelief. I am genuinely terrible at this. There’s only one option left.

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark

Glad this chicken forced a reaction out of him because I was getting tired of the gloomy, cold hearted Madden. Madden stepped out to shoo the bird off, but the chicken took flight—sort of—and flapped right at him. It brushed against his arm and– oh shit– pooped again. He stared at the mess, eyes slowly narrowing like he was plotting the bird’s assassination. “I cannot believe this,” he muttered in rage. I was cackling now, unable to pretend anymore. “Wait—wait, don’t wipe it! That’s good luck in some cultures!” “Oh yeah?” He flicked his hand toward me. “Wanna wear it as perfume then, voodoo priestess?’

Only a true phoenix could break the curse no matter how many years go by; here it is, “The one to break the curse was born with no family but yet makes one with little to no help. This person has a pure heart but also has pain. One who will learn more and give back more than receive more, tortured and beaten, mistreated for being nothing more than a half-ling but befriends more creatures than anyone could know. Learn to adapt to those around you; you will know who you are because we are similar then they may think. Fear for loved ones shows three sets of wings that go well with our bat ears. Welcome to the new age!” Closing the book, I recite the curse, “The one to break the curse was born w

Sienna leaned forward and said, “Apart from living under the same roof for a few weeks, I don’t know much about Alaric. I can’t see how there is something related to my life that Alaric has kept a secret from me.” “Two years ago a witch cursed Alaric that he would die the moment he consummates his relationship with his mate. You are his soulmate, Sienna….” Sienna held her stomach and burst out laughing, “A witch had cursed him… really… you should have come up with something more realistic…” Aunt Sue waved her hand and the glass of water raised into the air and flew to her hand. Taking a sip of water she asked, “What will you say now?”