Cursed Ninja Turtle Novels & Stories

"It's... well, it's not me. It's someone I know. She's suffering from a curse. Any man she... sleeps…, I mean, sleeps with ends up bleeding to death. Two died of the same fate already.” I watched her place her perfect hand on the other. "This friend of yours, is she from this pack?" "No," I said quickly – truthfully, since I wasn't really from this pack at all. "She's... from elsewhere." "I see," the priestess murmured. "And what of her background? Anything unusual in her lineage that might have caused such a curse?" I shook my head. "No, nothing like that. No mixed heritage, no unnatural events. Everything is… normal. Pure wolf bloodline, as far as I know." …even though the pure wolf bloodl

Kenny sat down, crossed his legs, and lit a big cigar. “My gift to you is number one, a beating you will remember for the rest of your life or number two, a more merciful option, you grovel at my feet begging me for mercy while you refer to me as your lord,” uttered Kenny as he blew the smoke from his cigar at Luke’s face. Luke was terrified, shook to the core, but his pride did not let him loose face. “no way I’m going to grovel at a rat’s feet. Do the very worst you can, you inferior specimen,” Luke said firmly, concealing his fear perfectly.

Carl further explains to her. "What mark are you talking about?" She questioned him again, as she was already losing her patience. "From my findings, the hybrid will possess the mark of the turtle snake on his back. James confirmed to me, that he has no mark on his body at all... This mark is the major significance indicating that he's the true hybrid we seek for, and James doesn't have it!" Carl uttered those statements to Ms. Lauren with a confident look on his face...

“I need your blacksmiths to start working on this design and weld the weapon into a disguised rock deep in that quarry cavern. The soldiers can start working on the pulley to seal that cavern once and for all. Remember, there can only be hard rocks within that quarry. Any soil should be removed and cemented above a layer of stone slabs.” Looking at the design, Gunter had to admit that the plan had an extremely high chance of succeeding. It was designed like a turtle trap with only one way in. The shamans would not be able to break the design even with their new cursed wands, as curses did not work the same way as elemental magic. They could not destroy solid cemented stone flooring with thei

he gives me a smile that looks an awful lot like a smirk before continuing. He just keeps making me want to end his miserable existence. I don’t know why he is still part of the council because the whole werewolf packs know he is no good. “Situation with your wolf,” he says as though he was trying to find the most respectful way to say it. I used to be the cursed alpha but now I’ve heard the new title I’ve received is the mad alpha because I am apparently going crazy. “What about it?” I didn’t spend almost three hundred years with these men to not know how to deal with them intentionally trying to get a rise out of me.

But reminded of how she abhored in being tied in such, he found the will to stop the kiss, leaving both of them panting while staring at each others' eyes. Jilal looked down while Leera did so and found a purple stone on his palm. Without a word, he crushed it to pieces and finally let go of her. He didn't even saw the stun on her face upon beholding the black tattoo on his wrist. Leera readily looked into her left wrist and gasped loudly when the cursed graffiti was already gone in there. She looked over Jilal this time who regarded her in silence. She was then reminded of the word of the oldest baba in the tribe. The one who says about her cursed tattoo.

Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

That was the problem with The Cursed; they died before we could do any proper research on it and their bodies turned to ashes, leaving us grappling at nothing. There was one thing we knew about the cursed: they were betas that were demon-possessed. All of them had a pentagram, a sign of demon possession, on the bottom left side of their necks. It explained why betas suddenly had power and strength that could par with an average alpha. “Did you find out anything about it? Where did it come from? Who it was?” “Yes, we managed to get that. Just like the others, it was a beta, Joe Blake from Jannah.”

He hesitates to answer. “Cursed.” He mumbles, I heard him, but I wanted to make sure it was really clear, “What?” “There’s a group referred to as The Enchanted. They are unnatural creatures that don’t really fit in anywhere. The subgroup for me is Cursed.” He seems upset by it, maybe that’s why he tries so hard to help people. If I was known as a Cursed person I’d want to do whatever I could to prove people wrong. I feel like I understand Corvu a little better.