Cursed Clothes Novels & Stories

His hair was combed and styled perfectly, every strand falling into place with effortless elegance. The black royal cloak with its intricate golden embroidery hugged his broad shoulders, the black waistcoat beneath it accentuating his strong frame, and the deep blue shirt peeked out at the collar, adding a touch of rich color that made his red eyes stand out even more. He looked breathtaking, like a prince stepped out of an ancient legend.

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.

Edric shouted, but she didn’t stop, in her ragged dress she ran towards him as if he was her only hope She reached Alaric and caught his arm with both hands taking him in and as quickly as the excitement started so it ended. Her smile froze. The light in her eyes went out like a candle. She crumpled at his feet, silent, lifeless. Gasps rippled through the square. Then came a scream a long, broken sound that tore through the night. Alaric didn’t move. His chest felt hollow, his throat dry as dust. The girl lay still before him, her skin pale, her body untouched. No blood. No wound. Just absence. The curse had taken her. He turned away before anyone could see his face. His voice was calm, too

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."

He felt so tempted to pick up some of these beautiful clothes though he wondered at the same time how these clothes would be there seeing no one lives anywhere nearby. They are clothes he desires to have back at home because they are so costly, he hasn’t been able to afford it, now he sees these clothes free to be taken. But as he was about to touch the clothes, he felt it’s not right, so he withdrew his hands and immediately he woke up from his vision. Some saw precious stones like gold, diamond, silvers, coppers, etc. and those who touch them got bruises on their bodies, and those who withdrew their hands escaped.

It was not anyone’s fault he had gotten old and ill and some fresh country air did him best. As I unlock and open the door, I realize I am facing a very unfamiliar face. Not as if we knew everyone in Eldham but this person in front of me looked like nothing from here. they did not wear peasant clothes, they did not look unkempt and dirty. On the contrary, they actually smelled like musk and lavender, with a hint of smoked, aged alcohol. I was not sure if under the large red velvet cloak they were wearing was hiding a man or a woman, but I am not given the chance to find out.

“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

The words from my mouth were cursed. Anything I said came true. When I was eight, a child trafficker broke my right leg. I stared at him and said, "You made me limp, so I'll make you limp too." A second later, steel pipes from an overturned truck went through both his legs. When I was twelve, a staff member at the orphanage stole my winter coat. I said to her, "You stole my warmth, so I'll give you the cold. You won't live past tonight. Ice will be your coffin." That night, she passed out drunk in a walk-in freezer and froze to death. Then the wealthy Shaw family found me and brought me home. However, I knew I was a monster, so I kept my mouth shut and acted like I was mute. But

[Wait, what did this lady even do to make everyone hate her this much? [I saw the tie too. It's just a normal tie. What's weird about it?] [These people are acting like wearing a tie is a crime. This is terrifying!] [This whole thing is bizarre. I still don't understand why everyone hates her.] I smiled bitterly at that last comment. "At first, I didn't understand either. Why did buying my son a normal tie make everyone wish for me to rot in hell? "But eventually, I figured it out." I laughed at myself and watched the screen fill with confusion.

Guilt twisted in my gut. “He’ll be back soon, he went to handle some border issues first thing, but in the meantime, I helped you pick out a gift.” She nodded toward the table across the room, where a set of aristocratic men’s clothing lay neatly folded: deep burgundy tunic with silver embroidery, matching trousers, and a belt etched with subtle runes. I frowned, rubbing my temple. “Gift for what?” “You forgot?” Her eyes widened. “That?” I asked, even more confused, my head still foggy.