Cursed Foods Novels & Stories

The floor was cold, and the dim light was doing nothing to help his annoyingly dulled senses. Cedric distractedly thinks about the times when his wolf instincts pushed him to eat raw meat, how that, -albeit in fearsome amounts - had always been enough to satisfy him. He wondered why it suddenly changed and why even the smell of raw meat had now lost every appeal it once held to his nostrils and still protesting stomach. This strange desire for something more…… civilized – a regular meal was even more terrifying than he imagined.

He looks away and just leads me into the kitchen where a few cooks were. The cooks look at me with scared expressions, no doubt because of my hair. It makes me stand out as the “Cursed Rogue” everyone is so afraid of. I'm sure I have my own children's horror stories. Weird thing to be proud of, but hey, I didn't ask to be tossed aside like last year's fashion choices. “Um, Beta Dean, y-you know who that girl is, right?” one of the cooks question. It was obvious that they were scared of me and him.

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.

Is this the man I have been calling my father all this time? "So he has been a monster all along, and I was blinded by his pretending nature?” I asked lots of questions running through my mind. There was visible shock and anger over me, but with the rising anger came an excruciating pain like a wildfire soaring through my veins. I held my stomach as the curse inside of me vibrated with an intolerable magnitude. The pain was like molten lava threatening to tear me apart from within. With each of the proofs I exposed and each damning piece of evidence, I have increased the pain I faced due to the curse.

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.

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.