Cursed Foods Novels & Stories

“Okay…” With that, we then went to a restaurant that serves seafoods. It’s called SEA DISHES . “You know, if Lucifer is here he would curse us for eating here. He won’t eat even a spoonful of this for sure. He has this allergy where the skin of his whole body turns super red whenever he unintentionally eats one.” “Oh really? Actually, I was also curious about the reason why he doesn’t eat fishes or any seafoods the first time that I meat him. I thought he just don’t like them.

I demanded angrily. "What question?" She asked, she probably did not hear me the first time. "I said do you have foodstuffs? Grocery?" I repeated. "Oh I heard you the first time, we have food stuff, but it is been a while since I last touched it." She laughed dryly. "Why is that, you don't cook?" I might have missed something. "We don't eat food, we drink..." The was saying before she got cut off. "MOM! You don't have to announce it to her she already knows." Isabella said coming inside the house.

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

foods. Little did Vivian know that all of these foods were the type to make him want to puke at the dinner table. Octopus—the suction cups stuck to his tongue and made him gag. Beef tartare—might as well eat play-doh. Escargot—just… why? And mozzarella sticks—he always said the stringy insides reminded him of worms.

Evan had to step back out and put on a mask before he entered once more. The stench came from the dining table, which was laden with the cake, wine, and steaks I'd prepared for our wedding anniversary. The only thing missing was my favorite roses. I'd left the house that day to get them, which led to everything else that happened. The stage of decay the food was in proved it had been several days since I last came back to the house. Although the table full of maggots made for a rather disgusting sight, Evan was staring blankly at the cake.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

I shook my head at Kash, gesturing him to not start a fight with Lucifer as violence is forbidden in the Kingdom. "What do you think you're doing, Lucifer?" Kash gritted his teeth. "You almost hurt her! You even tried to hit her with a stone!" Lucifer's laugh echoed in my eardrums. "It's just a small stone, Kash. I will just hit her for she may gather her senses back and realize that I'm way better than you than anyone." He shook his head, grinning. "You? That's bullshit, I'm way stronger and more powerful than you."

It landed strangely, low in my chest, somewhere I didn't have time to examine right now. "What's in there?" I asked. He was quiet for a long moment. The floor beneath us gave another small shudder, the same low groan I'd felt earlier, like the whole house was breathing through something it didn't want to. "Records," he said finally. "Old ones. From before the war." "About the curse?" His eyes sharpened slightly. "How do you know about that?" I opened my hand and held the locket out where he could see it, the small folded paper still tucked inside, the symbol catching the hallway's low light.

"…Love really does work miracles." After they left, I looked it up. Turns out, just like vampires with garlic, incubi have certain foods that strike terror into their souls—citrus. Especially tangerines. That night, Austin developed a fever again. I felt sick with guilt. "I'm so sorry." … Another weekend. After bombing a "Basic Incubus Knowledge" quiz—getting every single question wrong—I shouted in frustration, "I wish all incubi would just disappear!" To blow off steam, I went to the private home theater to watch a movie.

Cassandra's aunt and uncle ate something called Health Foods, which they brought with them in big cardboard boxes from a special Health Food store in Moscow. They had boxes called Better Buds, or Cereal Zeal and all kinds of crazy seeds and several brands of honey and strange juices that tasted like celery syrup and smelled even worse. Cassandra would put their supper on the table and then spread out all those seeds and juice for them. You can imagine how exhausting it is for her to vacuum three times a week because the couple kept scattering so many seeds after each meal.