Cursed Kermit Novels & Stories

Kevin smiles devilishly. To Be Continued.

I shut my eyes knowing I am safe. More pain. Truly my fate is cursed.

I asked him. “Kekeke! Seemed like you didn't get the logic, Cerina. Demon kings’ curses are very different from vampire mages' curses. Just like graces, demon kings’ curses have physical forms...” He stopped for a moment and snapped his fingers, showing me something in my vision. A small violet-colored ball just materialized above his opened palm. And there's a floating fox sign inside it.

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.

, indicating he knew Erebus kept in touch with the magic users. "And?" Erebus didn't even flinch. "They tracked her. I'm guessing you don't know how that works. See, it's a royal privilege." Curtis said, smirking at Kitty. Kitty frowned and turned to walk to Winnie. "She's really weird..." Curtis murmured. And before Erebus could teach him that was what a girl with dignity was like, Curtis rushed towards Kitty and said, "I'm the Prince of the werewolf Kingdom, as in--"

"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."

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

" 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)

TWENTY-SEVEN The Bunker THEY WERE TEN MINUTES from Curtis’s place when the Golem finally spoke. “So, tell me again, how many times have you died?” Curtis sighed. “Twice. The machete was number two. The car accident the other day was the first—I think.” “I don’t believe this,” grumbled Charley, shaking his head. “You think that was the first?”