Cursed Chicken Novels & Stories

What if the girl gets suspicious? But, unexpectedly, Leona just nodded her head with a smile. Allowing William to heave a sigh of relief. Turns out she didn't really think much of Ethan's rambling words. "Let's go!" William said then walked out of the dining room. Without waiting any longer, Ethan immediately followed his cousin. Until Leona was alone in the room. Leona chuckled, "A wolf? That suits him. His personality is quite similar to that of a wolf. His aura is scary, his gaze is sharp, and don't forget, he likes meat," Leona muttered before shoving the food into her mouth casually.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

A hand grabbed onto Apo’s neck and turned to ask the girl one more time. “You mean taking a shower with this chick?” Rachata asked as he smiled at her. But the uncontrollable hand squeezed the chicken to death. Bitch, this chicken is dead. But I’m still in this body! Apo cursed in his heart with a tortured expression. “Ah, no.” Mirawadee looked and hurriedly said. “You can’t do that with pets.” Then she walked in and grabbed the young man’s hand and let the chicken out. “Pet” Rachata’s eyes look like a devil. If he had to raise a chicken with a dirty mouth like this, he would have long ago used it to make herb braised chicken.

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.

Master Cameron was sucking on his fingers like they were the private parts of his mate. "This chicken is some of the best I've ever eaten," Cameron mentioned as he fought the urge to lick the curried gravy clean off the plate. "It's a Caribbean speciality," Magda grinned as she watched the lycan devour his meal.

Benedict tried to hold back his laughter as he asked, "Did all of your hair go dry as well?" "Of course, all the feathers must be plucked out, just like a small chicken with no feathers. Chicken without fur is very ugly, so no one will like it," Cassandra said in an extremely serious tone. Benedict coughed lightly. He thought to himself, "They're all gone. First of all, it's not whether they're good-looking or ugly. It's probably the chicken that's been stripped off. Will it be able to live?"

For her, that just meant that he shouldn't find out about that, and nothing more. Her uncle was one of the first to fall ill, and so was Cassandra, who was visiting him that day. That was the danger of the lilac chickenpox-it never showed itself on the first day. Nobody knew who could infect them. The only visible symptom was the color of a sick person's veins, which turned lilac instead of blue. As soon as his wife stepped inside the house, Rene realized she was sick. Noticing a hex in her aura was simple for a necromancer. He set out to find a cure. Removing the curse took two hours; giving his dear wife an elixir for treating common chickenpox and making sure no trace of sickness was left

Liam stepped closer, reaching out with his thumb to gently wipe away the stray smudge of red sauce from my cheek. "You burned the chicken, Abby," he murmured quietly, his touch lingering against my skin for just a second too long before he pulled his hand back. "It's just... a little crispy," I defended weakly. "The inside might still be good!" "Daddy, I don't think we should eat the black bird," Charlotte whispered loudly from behind her pillow. "It looks angry." "We are going to try it," I declared stubbornly, determined not to let my entire effort go to waste.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.