Cursed My Little Pony Novels & Stories

The potion I had prepared for her should carry her through the night. I couldn't still understand how parents could be so cruel. Throughout her life, she couldn't understand why she was going through everything she didn't deserve, without knowing that the very person who gave birth to her, had put a curse on her. Serenity was the one with the worst curse in this world. Not me, not anyone. Restlessness clawed at my chest. I could not sit still, so I headed outside, intending to walk or release my Lycan spirit to roam.

she said, her head still lowered. " Raise your head," I commanded. "I… I… don't feel… I mean.. I'm cursed. Why are you still holding on to me? I'm a monster. I don't want to give you bad luck." She said, her voice cracking. Why do those words sound so familiar? Like the words, a little girl once told me. She is also referred to as a black-eyed curse. A monster that brings bad luck. "You remind me of a little girl I met some years back. She should be around seven years old then. She was all alone in the forest. She told me her father was taken by Mr. Fire. She was so cute." I reminisced.

Watching her leave in high spirits, I felt a weight lift from my heart. The moment she had gifted me the bottle, I'd asked my best friend to pass it along to the neighbors. Their son, Derrick, had XYY syndrome and was notorious for his cruelty—tormenting stray cats and, more recently, attempting to assault a little girl. His mother, equally unreasonable and vicious, had made herself a terror in the neighborhood. Most people avoided them at all costs. When I offered the bottle to them, they were only too happy to accept it. Though Derrick was already an adult, his mental development had frozen at age five, and he still used baby bottles to drink water.

The sound came from the throat of the younger version of myself; it wasn't entirely mine, but the wolf was buried deep within me. "Don't touch me!" cried the younger version of myself. The earth trembled. The moon grew dim. Silver light flared in my little palms. Nevertheless, John stretched out and touched my wrist with his fingertips. He was knocked to the ground by an explosion of magic. I was no longer moving when my mother yelled my name. My wolf was there. With a voice as brilliant as lightning, the child exclaimed, "I curse you." "Pain will welcome you like a hound if you use her."

So he died from a heart attack. 'Then I became werewolf queen because the moon goddess chose me. It was a great responsibility.' 'When time went by, the curse kept torturing us. But each time my other life tried to break the curse, they chose the wrong mate and the curse went on.' 'With time the curse was called the black and white curse because of our wolf's colors.' 'You are a very special and important wolf, Tiene. You are in charge of breaking the curse. I hope you don't mess it up. This is a great responsibility and no joke.'

As soon as Wollongong asked about James, a look of respect appeared on Jules’ face. “You have no idea how terrifying Mr. Caden is.” He began to get lost in his memories. “A while ago, I headed to the Eidolon Sect, but I accidentally got caught up in a conspiracy and entered a Cursed World. “Do you know about curses? “It’s Curse Power. According to rumors, it is a power left by an Ancestral God during the Primeval Age. That world is filled with Curse Power.

He tries to stagger up quickly only to kick his leg so hard against a huge rock that the sound of the breaking of his bones was so loud in his ears. "Now you have a broken ankle and a bruised knee. How are you ever going to catch me?" The Cursed teases him and laughs entering into the kingdom. The cries of kids, females, males, and animals were so loud in the air as the Cursed shatters them into pieces and drinks their blood. "Please don't harm my baby. Please" a female pleads with the Cursed who was prowling towards her on her knees clutching onto her baby tightly as tears flowed freely from her eyes soaking up her clothes and that of her baby. "Please. Please!"

And I understood why he was so worried that I must have harmed someone else with the curse I was born with. When I was just crowned the Alpha of Blue Pearls. I had severe issues controlling what I was and until now I still tried as much as possible not to repeat what had happened in the past. One night, my beast—my curse—drove me to tear apart a maiden chosen to be my Luna, into pieces. It was uncontrollable, and it was a night that would forever be etched in my memory. The only reason my rampage ended that night was because the bravest of pack warriors managed to knock me out unconscious.

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i