Cursed Tails Doll Novels & Stories

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

I guessed that weird sound came from these things after all. Seeing nothing dangerous, I turned to leave. That was when my eyes caught something odd on the top shelf of the desk. It was a little straw doll, crudely made from dried grass, dangling from a hook. Its eyes were pitch-black beads, and three embroidery needles were stabbed into the top of its head. Right through the chest, a large pushpin was brutally jammed into a red heart. A voodoo doll? A curse doll? Why the hell would Tracy have something like this?

But the Moon Goddess, in all her cruelty or maybe mercy, offered me a loophole. “Bear an heir,” she said. “Give life, and you shall keep yours.” It sounded simple. Too simple. I had the looks, the money, and eventually, the power to get any woman with as much as a glance. But every woman I touched after that… they died. Some barely lasted a few days after conception. Others never made it past the first night. Their bodies couldn’t handle the curse in my blood. The lycan venom. Whatever the fuck it was.

Despite having a hundred she-wolves in his chamber, eagerly waiting to be selected by him, he decided to take her by force. Not knowing that she was the descendant of the Moon Goddess, a loyal servant who lived in the Holy Moon Castle and devoted her life to serving the Goddess herself. That night, she left her son with the nanny before walking straight into the Room of Celestial Fineness, where souls were meant to be purified. Instead, she dragged a sharp silver knife across her palm, letting her blood spill as she announced the curse. A curse of destruction. One of my grandfather's descendants would carry the curse. Whenever a woman touched them, or they touched a woman, they would lose th

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

“If I don’t expose every single one of your lies today, I’m not a Collins.” Lucy grabbed me by the hair again and dragged me along behind her. The back of my head scraped against the hallway wallpaper the entire way. When Grace pushed open the next door, her footsteps halted abruptly. Taking up an entire wall was a glass display cabinet, beautifully lit by warm LED strips. Neatly arranged across three tiers of shelves were my ball-jointed dolls. Every single one of them was dressed in high-end, hand-stitched clothing. Their hair was perfectly styled, and their eyes were made of various brilliant gemstones. They were exquisitely beautiful.

From up close - they resembled flying anacondas with hundred of scorpions tails sprouting out from their bodies and Chelsea was sure that this was a scene that she never wanted to see ever again in her life . She slashed her scythe at the incoming tails but her scythe couldn't even create a scratch on the deviuture 's tails . It bounded back with a loud hiss followed by an even louder * Clang * and Chelsea almost toppled off . " Enchantress , run !" cried Chelsea , Enchantress looked behind and her arctic blue eyes widened in either disbelief or fear - what , Chelsea didn't know but thanfulky, her familiar understood the severity of the situation and put a burst of speed leaving the tails be

Alaric roared, punching his hand. Elliot grasped his shoulders and said, “That won’t help us in any way. If we kill her the curse would become permanent. The 0.01% chance that we have of freeing you from the curse will be lost too. Alaric exhaled deeply and nodded. “Any luck?” “Aunt Sue is working on it… there is one way but Aunt Sue doesn’t want me to tell you about it.” “Just spit it out, Elli.” “Ummm… you can request the Witch of Artemia to free you from the curse.”

I watch as Lucy waddles to my closest to pick me out an outfit. "Black leather, black leather, black leather…..okay, Tori, we need to discuss your clothing choices. Do you have anything that's not black and has secret dagger compartments?" I laugh, walking over to the closet. "This one is chocolate, so not black." I push a few things aside, and there is a three-quarter-length red dress that shows entirely too much breast but judging by the look on Lucy's face, she likes this one.

That’s why he could easily beat the wolves in his human form. “What was the curse?” I asked, my wolf was biting her paws sitting on her stomach anxiously. She knows the answer already. Hecate’s eyes darkened eating all the white space. “I can’t tell you.” She said her voice was on the edge, she looked towards the women standing in the cloaks and nodded. The previous girl walked towards us carrying a bag and deliver it to Hecate. Hecate emanates a talisman from the bag similar to the one Diana gave me before except it was black and silver unlike my golden one.