Cursed Foods Novels & Stories

Tapping his chin, he mused aloud, “Ahh, a Fenrisúlfr, huh?” The name alone gave his fur a shiver—though he’d never admit that to Shu. “Big bad wolf of the old pantheons… chaos spirit of destruction… giant fangs… wrath issues… existential grudges against celestial bureaucracy…” Yin listed off gleefully, counting on his fingers like he was ordering pastries. He giggled. “Yes, scary man. Very scary. Damn scary. I want to meet him.” Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise.

Celeste rises, very upset. "But you're not cursed. Grandma made it up because she was upset that her son died and you were left. You look a lot like him and were a painful reminder of what she lost. That's why she sent you away and why she spread such an awful rumor." Hope swells in my chest and I can't stop it. There's a possibility I might not be cursed!

At the back of the menu plan was a warning. “Whatever you do, do not add garlic, ginger or periwinkles to my food. You'll get punished and sacked for it,” I chuckled and clicked my tongue. Oh, I'm going to add these three things in your food, Mr. Ferdinand. Let's see how you'll keep me as your wife after this!

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

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.

"The Crimson Zone, Riana? That place is... cursed. The legends speak of a darkness that consumes all who enter." His words hung in the air, heavy with foreboding. Cursed. It was a word that carried weight, a word that evoked images of ancient evils and unspeakable horrors. The Crimson Zone was not just a dangerous place; it was a place of damnation, a place where souls were lost and hope was extinguished.

She swallowed and said in a theatrical voice, "They are a pack of hungry Orcs!" Alyssa slammed her half-eaten chicken breast on her plate, an offended looked written all over her face. I got my feeling crushed by that, too. Cammie started laughing hysterically. If what she said was true, Cammie would be the first food I would hand over to the Orcs. "Cam, that's not funny," I finally said. "Then why did you bring up such a ridiculous thing, anyway?" she asked, still stiffing from laughter. "I'm just—curious," I said.

Suri looked at Rustin in shock, asking, "Is what Mr. Hart said true?" Esther calmly explained, "Cursing is a form of witchcraft. Since the Witchcraft Uprising, cursing has gradually been marginalized and eventually found its way to Saffronesia. Nowadays, only Saffronesians practice cursing." Suri instantly understood everything. Just a few months ago, someone from Lumigen approached Suri, proposing to invest in Glory Investment Group. Without hesitation, Suri rejected them on the spot. It was after that negotiation that Suri started having nightmares.

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

She uttered once more. “I'm cursed to not die no matter how much I try, He's cursed to always run out of time.” Lucifer concluded her brief detailing on the chronosis curse they were under. So is there a possible solution to this? Run out of time? Rogue questioned himself, as he continued to eat. “This is really good by the way” Rogue complimented, Lucifer offered a small thanks behind her breath. Minutes later the duo were already done with eating, and were helping one another do the dishes.