Cursed Fish Novels & Stories

Clever walked towards the tent and came back with Arkin that had sleeping eyes. Meanwhile, Zachary, Maximo, and Ezekiel gulped first before leaving the curtain and saw Clever's team look at them with anticipation. They were holding the fish that they cooking in their left hand with something covering it. When they reached that table, they put it down and showed the burned fish at the same time. "Uh... this is our special fish!" Zachary said. "It's black because we used something to die it," Maximo explained why the burned fish was black.

For the first time since that night food trip, Audrey finally saw the food that she would probably love to cross out from her 'must-try list' "Ohh I see. Well, there was actually a legend before about the Bambino Fish. It was said that it was the doing of a warlock. His wife cheated on him and run away with another man. The wife got pregnant and the warlock was so furious and devastated. So he cast a spell and cursed the baby turning it into a fish." Sabel narrated as she looked at the funny expression of her young miss. "That was horrible." It was all that the other party managed to say. But even she, herself, was not sure if she was referring to the curse or the cheating part. Either way,

Hana can’t help herself from being driven by her own curiosity. “It is said, rumors, that a fisherman survived, not because he escaped from those ferocious and ruthless creatures, but because he was given a curse by the mother of all nymphs, so that he could be an example for those who tried to come near the part of the ocean forbidden by those creatures.” “So why are you taking us there? Are you kidding us?” Keiynan said. “You said you needed a cure for your dying friend here? That is why I’m taking you there.”

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?

Cammie looked at me dumbfounded. "Seriously?" she finally asked. "Yes," I nodded. "I don't make it up." "But how could she be the cause?" "She's not normal, Cammie," I said. "You'd already told me that," Cammie pointed out. "No, I mean she's not like anyone else," I said and tried to force the words. "She's- a psychic-vampire." "A psychic what?" Cammie echoed out bewilderingly. "A succubus if you prefer," I said again. "You read a lot. You know what dhampire is. You better know what a succubus means!"

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

If it were before, Andrius would not have paid that much attention to the fish. However, he knew better now. Everything in the mural conveyed something. So, what did the fish represent? “Hm?” Just as he was puzzled, the aroma of fresh fish drifted over, sprinkled with cumin. Andrius went down to the underground river in surprise. He found his jacket neatly folded on the side while Kate was already dressed, holding a well-grilled yellow fish and eating it bite by bite. She sprinkled it with cumin and occasionally drizzled it with oil.

He was thriving, yet he was also the target. Five days after the chime, the first answer came. It was not dramatic. Cassian was checking the fish traps in the river when he saw a fish that was unlike any in their waters. It was long and slender with scales that were a shifting, opalescent grey instead of silver. It moved against the current without effort. The creature circled his trap once with intelligent curiosity before it vanished into the dark water under the stone bridge. He told Elidra that evening that the fish felt old. It did not seem magical, but rather like it came from a different time.

“That is the very first thing we are taught about the cursed ones. Their curse is that they can’t walk in the sun, subjected to drinking blood to survive.” “Okay,” I nodded, forcing a smile.

My heartbeat skyrockets, and I take slow breaths to not hyperventilate until the merchant talks again, freeing me from my pain. “The fish are totally fine,” he says with a crooked smile, not even hiding that he is mocking me. “Safer for the pups than a Golden Retriever.” My eyes move back onto the creature, who is now slowly closing its mouth again, the pressure lifting from inside my head. “But I have something else that will interest you too in such situations,” he snorts, lifting a glass. I take a step back as an eel-like worm moves in circles, bile rising in my throat. “Ever heard of soul-eating worms? They are especially popular among your kin.”