Cursed Fish Novels & Stories

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

I inquired holding back the details of that very place being the place I was reborn. “Everything about the Crescent Park is different which makes it confusing to our enemies and spies. The Ephesus is like a stream enclosed in a cave and is also habitat to two spiritual fishes. But these aren't any kind of normal species, there are sacred fishes put in there by the moon goddess, male and female. They represent the Pack's blessing and because of them we get to harvest bountiful farm produce twice every year which is not the same with other Packs because they only get to harvest once every year. our waters are even more clean and fit to drink because of them.

“Is there any reason you hate them though?” Of course there was. And it was nine years ago. I was thirteen and I loved the fishes in the sea. Mostly, the Alphas in white moon and other elders could communicate with the fishes because of the healing water. No children or adults were allowed to go in, except they were with a ruler. It was almost like they worshiped the fishes and no one ever drowned or died in the water. It was said the fishes brought people back to the surface and saved them from death. It wasn't a myth. It was real and I had seen it happen before with my eyes.

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."

And it was here, in the very pool where the seawater had been brought in, that the truth began to unravel. “Curse…” Marlon muttered under his breath, his words a mere whisper in the heavy silence that surrounded him. But as he watched the two figures by the pool, the horror of what he was seeing filled him with a sudden urgency. The curse wasn’t just some passing misfortune—it was something far darker. “Curse!” he repeated, this time louder, his voice carrying across the yard, echoing into the air. He couldn’t stop himself, even as the words spilled from his mouth. “Mermaid! Curse! You should leave Eldoria!” he shouted, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. His heart pounded in h

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.

“And said to look to Havermouth as to the cause.” This was dangerous territory, Aislen thought. “The water became polluted because a dam broke during the storm,” she told him. “Over two hundred years ago, a warlock tried a dangerous magic on his wife, seeking to make her immortal like he is. It turned her into… Well, there’s not really a name for it. She eats living flesh,” her eyes fell to the pieces of raw fish that sat on the mat between them. “It is a terrible affliction.”