Cursed Fish Novels & Stories

“Come on, Anton! You didn’t even try! You could eat a ghost fish! It would be so delicious!” “There are ghost fish in there?” I balk at Laila. She turns to me and nods eagerly, her hands still extended to Anton. “They were beautiful! And real fish too. Big ones, like the size of my arm –“ A hard shudder runs through me and I vehemently shake my head. “No no,” I say, holding a hand up and beginning to sort through the hamper that Laila packed. “Leave me here with the charred meats and the divination supplies. The fish are all for you.”

Before I could react further, Jess grabbed a chair and struck me, knocking me unconscious. It was only after my death that I learned the full truth. They had always been a family—Jess, James, and his mother. Jess was never just his sister; she had been brought into the family as his betrothed, their "child bride," chosen by my mother-in-law long ago. I, and later my son, had merely been sacrifices to their shared ambition, pawns in their grand plan. The hatred that surged in me at that memory was relentless, uncontainable.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

Esme’s gaze snapped to the witches, intense and unyielding; with a flourish of her delicate hands, a shimmering magical barrier enveloped her, an impenetrable stronghold. In the midst of this underwater opera, I believed I had borne witness to every astonishment the depth could offer. Yet here was Esme, her priorities adrift. She heedlessly ignored the fate of her mate, her mind ensnared by a more perplexing conundrum. “Why,” she demanded of the witches, her voice laced with horror, "are the fish not in their native waters but languishing in this thick, ensnaring syrup?" The disregard for her aquatic kin, forced to float in such gooey cruelty, left her utterly aghast.

Now, it would take more than telling everyone the truth about Elijah and Caleb, to regain their trust and loyalty. "Are you there, Zeta?" Cyrus checked if I was still hearing him through the mindlink. "Yes, I am." I answered curtly. I needed to prove to them that I wasn't cursed. But there was nothing I would be able to do that if even I still find it hard to believe that I wasn't cursed. "So if there's no curse mysteriously killing the wolves I courted in the past, why and how had they all died?" I asked no one in particular.

"Alas, it's hard to say! He's my disciple. He just went fishing in the river, but he was bitten like this by the fish..." The middle-aged man sighed heavily and introduced him to Zhou Tian. "Is he bitten like this by a fish? Is he a Cannibal Fish?" Zhou Tian asked the middle-aged man in surprise. The middle-aged man nodded. "Yes, it's the Cannibal Fish. It's really a sin. My disciple suffered too much." Zhou Tian fell silent. He was really miserable. How painful it was! The meat on his body was torn off piece by piece. If he was eaten like this by the Cannibal Fish, he might as well be eaten to death before he could be saved.

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.

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

Ethan replied impatiently, "Should we have left Mandy and the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere? Besides, we arranged for someone to pick up Heidi. It was just for a short while, so what's the problem?" "Arranged for someone? Just for a short while?" I stood up abruptly, swatting away his hand, my eyes blazing red. "Ethan, do you know that because of your damn 'short while', Heidi, she..." My voice choked, unable to continue the horrifying truth. Ethan frowned impatiently. "What are you trying to say?" "Heidi, she..." I took a deep breath, trembling as I spoke, "She was killed by wolves!" As I said those words, I felt every part of me crumbling, my body ice-cold, and everything went dark