Cursed Clothes Novels & Stories

My throat tasted like metal. A group of pack members crowded the dungeon entrance, their faces twisted with disgust, fear, or fascination. Their collective gaze dropped to one place—my thigh. The curse mark. Murky red lines sprawled across my skin like a burn that refused to heal. I gasped and tugged the slit of my dress closed, covering it. “She’s truly cursed,” a woman whispered. “Isn’t she the girl without an origin? I always knew she would bring trouble,” a man muttered.

I folded my arms in front of my chest. The Lycan King stared at me, disappointment flashing in his eyes. "Why did you wear that rug?" I stared down at my clothes. What was wrong with this? I raised my eyebrows. "Excuse me? Rugs? This is not a rug! It's found in the walk-in closet, which means I am allowed to wear it. If it's some piece of trash in your eyes, you should not include this in the closet.” How could someone treat this as rugs when this was the most comfortable clothes I ever had right now. Besides, ekans and t-shirts would be the best when I was planning for an escape. The question was when.

All the aching spots were at ease and her wounds didn't hurt as much anymore. Roksolana got out of the water and walked to the cupboard. Opening it, she was surprised to find clothes that didn't looked like what the wife of a Sultan would wear. The gowns were shorter than the acceptable ones and not a single hijab could be found among the clothes. The clothes even looked strange to her. Roksolana picked out a blue dress and examined it. It was an odd dress. The front of the dress was very short, while the back was long and flowing. Flowery decorations decorated the edges of the dress. It was a v neckline and it had a very deep cut in the middle. The hands were covered with a revealing net. R

The clothes could no longer be worn. “Don’t you have some clothes in your storage ring?” “I was captured. I don’t even have the magical treasure storage with me.” “Alright!” Helpless, Alex could not help but take out a set of outfits from his storage magical treasure and give it to her. “Huh? Black pantyhose? Cutout panties? A low-cut slit dress? “You… you are a man. How dare you carry around these strange clothes that women are ashamed to wear? You are really a perverted human!”

But as she opened the closet, she realized she had forgotten to pack underwear, or anything. Instead of panicking, she spotted a black bikini set hanging neatly on a rack. It was not the most practical choice, but it would suffice for now. She slipped into the bikini, feeling a sense of freedom and vulnerability. Florence’s eyes scanned the closet, filled with a variety of dresses, each more elegant than the last. The intricate details, the luxurious fabrics, spoke of a bygone era. She realized that these must have belonged to Chaos’ mother, a woman of refined taste and impeccable style. The clothes, though vintage, were still in pristine condition, a testament to their quality and care.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

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."

I was an unusual child, I began speaking and walking flawlessly at only six months old, I had impeccable hearing also, of all my very special and strange abilities, I hated that one the most, because I’ve heard nothing but hurtful words. My eyes often randomly turns golden yellow and then goes back to normal, I grew up hearing parents tell their children to not have anything to do with me, I grew up hearing everyone say I was cursed and I brought bad luck to whoever gets involved with me. Ofcourse what would I have them think, even I knew that I wasn’t normal. I grew up watching family and friends desert my mother, leaving her with only me. The guilt plagued me. Her suffering was my fault. I

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."