Cursed Clothes Novels & Stories

“Your cousin was cured, right? From the cure derived from the volcanic minerals of your pack, ye?” The girl frowned. “My cousin died long ago.There's no cure for that sickness here.” My heart froze momentaril

The sleeveless left arm ended with the metallic shine of the axe that had been used this noon to chop something other than the wood. “Grandma?! What happened?” her palms pushed the floor she had knelt on, getting up swiftly and meeting her granny in a fierce hug. She didn’t mind the stench or the blood… “A black wolf my darling” her voice melted into her ears as she tightened the hug. The situation she had thought of… “Sit by the fire. You look like you have seen a ghost!” her grandma walked, her voice as calm as the fire that burned the birch logs. Pulling a few furs, she laid them on the ground, letting her sit on them.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

“You should be thankful that the prince wants you in clothing at all. Most pleasure slaves, particularly those in the capital, are required to go naked apart from jewellery ornamentation.” Kari gaped at him wordlessly. Walk around naked? No way. No way in hell. Yhieris please let this be some horrible prank. He turned back to the cloth at hand with a sinking feeling. It was just seemed so… girly. He put it aside and rummaged through the rest of the chest. Everything was much the same. He pulled out something made of flowing opaque fabric and no matter how he looked at it, he couldn’t make head or tails of what on earth it was supposed to be.

“They were all from my late grandmother and from my mom. I like to wear them and I have no interest to go shopping for clothes. We need food, not pretty clothes.” “Uh-huh. But now, you’ll be needing to have some pretty clothes.” She stood up and walked towards the other cabinet. “Oh! There it is!” I turned my head towards her and saw the dresses hanged inside the cabinet. “Oh, I forgot. Those are the dresses that Lucifer bought for me when he took me to his town house.” “Really? They all look so beautiful and expensive!” “Right. That’s why I haven’t even worn any of them because I haven’t paid for it yet.”

She walked to a corner of the bathhouse and picked up a golden platter I didn't notice at first. She walked back to me and I saw that it contained clothes, or something similar to clothes. She raised the clothes up and my eyes went wide. She held up a black lace overbust bustier corset along with a black thong. "Am I supposed to wear that?" I blurted out before I could stop myself and that earned me the stink eye.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

“Are all English guys, jerks?” “Are all American girls have no sense of style?” He asked and looked at me, up and down. I knew I didn't wear fancy clothes like the popular girls in my previous school in Wisconsin, but I didn't think my clothing style was that worst for him to look at me distastefully. I was wearing a black simple blouse with a matching black cardigan, tattered jeans, and a pair of black converse canvas shoes. I didn't see any problem with my outfit today though. “Why are you being mean to me?”

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