Cursed Squidward Novels & Stories

"Avoid dying!" With more depth, my claws tore through the cursed vines until they broke apart from sheer pressure. I yanked them from her body as soon as they came off, snarling fiercely as I yanked the final coil out of her throat. Her face was already pale, and her lips were blue as her body slumped into my arms, weightless in the sea. I clutched my chest. With all of my remaining effort, I kicked upward while holding her close to me, one arm locked beneath her back and the other clutching her thigh.

I chuckled lightly and stood up, I put my hands behind me and strode down to them, I bent down and held his chin, causing him to face me. "I'll ask one last time, who are you?" I said. "Got to hell, you don't scare me, weakling!" He swore. I laughed heartily and stood up, I squatted and asked the other soldier who also not only cussed but spat on my face. Darren wanted to strike and I once again stopped him. I giggled and suddenly withdrew a sword from a nearby guard's sword sheath and cut off the left arm of the one who spat on me.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

“But not the only one.” “What else?” “Whispers,” I replied. “Whispers that someone opened the old vaults in the southern ranges. The ones sealed after the war.” He whistled low. “If that’s true…” “It means the curses aren’t buried. They’re waking.” He nodded grimly. “Then we’ll need more than just swords.” I looked at the stars overhead. Clear, cold. “No,” I said. “We’ll need faith. In each other. In what we’re building.”

​The strike team emerged from the subterranean darkness like survivors of a shipwreck. Marcus was supporting Sela, whose eyes were still dilated from the psychic feedback of the Feral-Reset. Around them, the skeletal remains of the Sun-Tower groaned in the wind, a thousand shards of glass vibrating with the residual hum of the dead machines.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

Only now the roles were reversed. 'Fuck! Cheetah's curses are finally ready to bite me in the ass!'

Maru concluded when he realized that the thing was a native dweller near the Primal Author’s domain. He released the squid monster and set it free to take its natural form once more. It did not even try to take revenge but just escaped as quickly as it could. No one said that Chaos Monsters should be stupid after all. It knew that it was no match for Maru who has easily captured it and so could only retreat and went as far away as it can from this place. “I think i need to go deeper into this vast emptiness.” Maru decided and did exactly as he mentioned.

I said, then I pressed the button and speaker was playing Spicy Calamari Inkantation, one of the Squid Sisters’ music. Callie was astonished, “somehow Grace put speakers in their weapons with their corresponding music, clever Grace” I said. As the Spicy Calamari Inkantation music kept playing, Callie strikes Octo Marie fast and swift, Octo Marie can’t believe to see Callie so swift, as Octo Marie was about strike Callie, I landed 3 quick shots on Octo Marie using Marie’s Splat Charger.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.