Cursed Fish Novels & Stories

Frost stared at me across the space between us, and I smiled while still hugging Yrsa's thrashing body. Yrsa's skin began to heat up under my hands. I could feel the temperature rising by the second—warm, then hot, then burning. Her flesh started to bubble and char, and mine along with it. The smell of cooking meat filled the air. This was the cost. Everything my grandmother had written about was real. For a moment, I'd been scared it wouldn't work, that decades of research had been for nothing. But the formula was exact: one Winters, one Varhum, and the spinal fluid of a pure Wolf Hunter. The reaction was unstoppable now. The curse would be broken through our mutual destruction.

Pirate Babbosa says; As a commencement of words, I wouldn't like to talk about the Land of Tortuga about to be in doom concerning the Viper to get awake again as it does every century. The Famous Black cults, this Sorcerer (he said pointing at him), Captain Salazar and Jack are suitable warriors to defeat the Viper. "Oh, I miss my Boy Jack,' Captain Joe said. Sorcerer needs my help in revoking captain Salazar's curse, as we know he is underneath the Carribean sea, cursed there. To revoke his curse, we want to make use of a special method that will break all the seas curses which is the destruction of the TRIDAX.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

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

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

The old man burst into uncontrollable laughter after confirming the truth. "Cured? Someone has actually managed to cure our family's Fish Man Disease? Oh, thank the heavens!" What the heck? Did that mean he didn't want to be a Fish Man? "I am Kayden Lannerby," the old man said. "And what's your name?" "Felix Zeller." Kayden nodded and continued, "You may not know this, but the Fish Man Disease is a hereditary curse in my family, Felix. We've sought out countless famous doctors over the generations, but no one could treat it.

Emiliano continued, “In the river, there are fishes, prawns, and crabs. The car is just a metal cage holding all these dead bodies at the bottom of the river. These bodies will eventually be eaten by the fishes, prawns and crabs. The bigger fishes will devour the flesh while the smaller ones will nibble on the skin. All of you who like to go to these so-called fish spa massage parlors, remember the little fish that nibbles on your dead skin? Those fishes will eventually devour all the flesh from the dead bodies and leave only the corpses in bones.” “Curses!” A man who was seated in the back seat shouted. “It’s no wonder people want to murder him. This twerp is just too cruel!” Emiliano spoke

Their Senior Sister had already stood up for him to alleviate the situation, yet it did not seem to have convinced him. “My, my.” Harvey sized Darryl up with maliciousness in his eyes. “Are you saying that you can catch fish very well? These are the Gourami Dragonfishes; they are not like any other ordinary fishes that you usually catch. Be careful not to let them drag you into the ocean! I can’t take it; this is too funny!” Harvey laughed with his mouth wide open. It was as if he could almost imagine the scenario.