Cursed Kermit Novels & Stories

“I’ll tame him. I blinked. “What?” Damian stepped closer, his eyes wild. “Kyler is cursed, Lena. That strength you worship is not natural, and it's already slipping away.” I frowned. “You’re lying—” “I’m not. The curse eats at him daily. But you… you’re the cure.” My stomach twisted. “You’re still pure,” he said with a sick grin. “A virgin is the only thing that could reverse his pack, and you are that virgin. Your untouched bond is the key to breaking the curse. That’s why Kyler bought you in the first place.”

You don’t even know if it’s real. Adrian let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “Real?” he repeated softly. His gaze drifted across the empty field, but he wasn’t really seeing it anymore. “Ever since I was a child, that’s all I ever heard the pack whisper about.” His jaw tightened slightly. “They called me the cursed Alpha…the one cursed for love.” He exhaled slowly. “So tell me, Ragnar… what more do I need to know?” Ragnar stayed silent this time, understanding too well the burden Adrian had carried since he was a child.

“I leave for Goldtower to negotiate peace and instead get besieged by clowns.” “Clowns?” Corvin asked, mock-offended. “I am a sophisticated jester, thank you very much.” “You are a hazard,” Alaric muttered. “A hazard wrapped in charm and entirely too much hair gel.” Corvin shook his head. “Hair gel is a necessity for survival, dear Alaric. How else would I maintain this lethal allure while remaining deadly on the battlefield?” Edric coughed to suppress laughter, clearly failing. “You know,” he said finally, “it is a wonder anyone takes us seriously on diplomatic missions at all.”

he said. "What! It can't be. I was the one he loved at first. Why the sudden twist of fate?" I asked. "You have to understand that the Alpha is under a curse and the only person that can help him break it is that girl and that's why they are bonded together," he explained. "Curse…! I think I have a brief knowledge of that," she said. "I am telling you all this so that you won't feel worse when you find him in the arms of another woman. They are fated mates," he said.

"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."

Amusement seemed to twitch at the corners of his sensuous lips, his sweet patchouli tempting, almost having me twirling around to wrap him in a headless kiss. "Listen carefully because I know how clumsy you can get," Keegan's voice cut through my reverie, barking instructions at me. Alpha Levi's wolf is cursed and until this curse is uplifted then his wolf is bound to deteriorate in strength by the day. It seemed like it was starting to.

"What the fuck did YOU do? And how fast can you undo it?" "It was undone," Tubby said in that cryptic Fate way that made one want to tempt Fate and strangle them just to see what would happen. "Years of pain, years of cruelty, years of loneliness. The no-fur curse is no more." "What fucking curse?" Spitfire demanded. He pointed to the fluffy tail that wouldn't stop twitching. "Do you see what's on my ass? THIS is the curse, you fucking twit." "Purl!" The tubby tom moved behind the tiny fate like he could hide there. "He's scary. You talk to him."

" I demanded, dropping to my knees beside Kieran. Up close, I could see the marks were not tattoos—they moved, pulsed, like living things crawling beneath his skin. "Sera." Kieran's eyes found mine through his agony. They were filled with such pain it made my chest ache. "Run. Get away from me. Please." "What is this?" I reached for him but hesitated. The marks looked dangerous, wrong. "Curse," he gasped out. "Witch's curse. Cannot speak of it. Cannot—" He screamed again as the shadows crawled up his jaw. A woman's voice cut through the chaos, cold and amused.

Not wasting a single moment she pulled the trigger yet again only to notice that her kick and the bullets you fired at the creatures speed were reduced to the point of barely touching it) Grotesque: (It smiles at Kimora as it says with a deep rumbling voice) I am a follower of Mercury, I will reduce all of you to nothing. (Taking it's muscular arm and punching Kimora straight down into the ground causing her to cough up blood as she bounced off the ground and it went to swing at her a second time)

“He’s not here and you’re here. Why can’t you tell me?” “I liked you better when you looked like a scared kitten. Stop asking questions you don’t want to hear the answers.” “I wouldn’t be asking questions if I am not prepared for the answers.” “Are you sure about that?” “Try me.” Cerberus let out a sigh and that’s when she knew she was about to hear what he was about to say. “This place is crumbling. Hades is dying. It’s because he is cursed and the only way to reverse the curse is for a mortal woman to love him.”