Cursed Tails Doll Novels & Stories

"White Doll has been upgraded to a Rank 5 Zombie." "Congratulations, the host has obtained a Super Treasure Chest." Lucas was astonished. All of them had turned into Rank 5 Zombies as soon as they swallowed the pills? White Doll used to be a Rank 3 Zombie but had now turned into a Rank 5 Zombie in a single leap. It was simply incredible. Calm down. Perhaps he should open up the Super Treasure Chest first. When he opened up the Super Treasure Chest: "You have obtained a Super Treasure Map and x1 True Dragon Blood."

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.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Living, but not fully alive. From a lifeless doll, a being emerged, taking form of a humanoid, yet different from them. With fingers elongated and circles of metals that swirled it’s ghastly fingers forming several rings, and elongated body which is covered in white cloth. It’s pale face tilted up. Tyr who would usually giggled uncontrollably went still as her face pulled into a tight expression. “As I thought…” She sauntered to the newly formed being and grabbed it’s face by it’s skinny chin. “My precious child is more beautiful than a doll like you.”

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."

It was a peculiar gesture, one that piqued my interest even further. I couldn't help but press for more information. "What do you mean? Is there something special about my tail?" I asked, my eyes shifting to observe my seemingly ordinary appendage. I failed to see anything remarkable about it, yet the woman's reaction suggested otherwise. Her hand instinctively rose to cover her mouth, her eyes widening in astonishment. "Oh, how fortunate you are," she exclaimed, her voice muffled by her palm. I couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and intrigue. What was it about my tail that elicited such a response?

His fingers scraped against the gemstone on my chest a gift from Lord Percival the day they adopted me. "Why won't this shit come out?" He cursed scratching on the crystal, I pushed him weakly. "Don't touch that hugh... It is a very precious gift." I said but the guy would not stop instead he started dragging me towards the staircase. "You are coming with me..." He couldn't finish the sentence as an arrow pierced through his neck. "Heeeey... Why diiiid you do that?" I said punching the mask woman that was standing at the end of the stairs.

The three of them stopped laughing as soon as they heard the intrusion. “Look, Brother Ivan! She’s using witchcraft! And that doll right there-- it’s you!” Aisha stomped up to the circle of candles and snatched the doll out from Ursa’s hands. “She’s been controlling you with this perverted form of magic!” Aisha thrusted the doll into Ivan’s unwilling hands, and he couldn’t help but be impressed by the craftsmanship. It was a cute little crochet doll that was undoubtedly him, and now Ivan was a bit curious as to what Ursa was up to. He didn’t believe Aisha’s claims for one second, no, but then what exactly was Ursa pulling.

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.

I placed my hand on its surface. And it burned. Fire came out from my palm but it didn’t consume the stone. It awakened it. The throne sang a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the earth. And then, one by one, the mirrors scattered. Except one. The one showing the merged version of me. The true queen. “You are worthy,” the twin whispered. “But not fully yet.” A chest rose from the pool,black iron, sealed with a lock shaped like two serpents biting each other’s tails.