Cursed Toad Novels & Stories

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

My voice cracks, tears streaming down my face as I reach for him, but he’s slipping away, dissolving into the shadows that surround me. The darkness shifts again, and new figures emerge—strange, twisted creatures, their faces constantly changing, morphing from one person I know to another. They loom over me, their bodies formless but their presence suffocating, oppressive. Their voices are a cacophony of whispers. “You’re cursed, Astrid,” one of the creatures hisses, its face flickering between my mother’s and a faceless void. “The curse has always been inside you, lying dormant, waiting for the right moment. And now it’s awake.”

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

It was the Toad Voodoo Sovereign. Chase flung his corpse at the remaining Voodoo Sovereigns. “Toady!” The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign caught his corpse with a look of disbelief. He kept patting the corpse's back in an attempt to wake the Toad Voodoo Sovereign up. However, there was no longer any breath in him. The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign roared, “How could you kill Toady?! I’ll fight you to the death!” The Scorpion Voodoo Sovereign transformed into a dark, shadowy figure and sped right toward Chase.

She put her whole weight on that foot until she felt the round body of the toad flatten on the ground. "Poor Tania! You're dead! Tsk! Tsk!" 'Olga, you're detestable! I curse you! You must bear a son. Your only son should have a son, and so forth and so on. The moment daughters appear, your powers shall be distributed to them! Ugh!' Olga stomped on the dead toad. "No! None of your curse shall come true!" she shrieked furiously. Her body was starting to get hot. She felt very itchy...

“To V: After extensive research, I don’t believe that your symptoms are a result of any curse. The ‘curse’ that befell the Lycan King’s wife on the day of the last summit was never a curse, but rather a lethal dose of a very dangerous herb known as ‘toxic ashroot’. The berries that the Lycan Queen ate that day were coated in an extract from this herb, with a dose so high that it killed her almost instantly. I believe that you are being dosed with this herb in small amounts, so as to kill you slowly. I am afraid, from the sound of your symptoms, that there is already too much of the herb in your body to cure you.

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

It sounded great, and the party members were finally convinced that investing time to farm the mausoleum monsters was a good idea. Ramping up the excitement, Oritha and Sasha triggered the last special boss dungeon. They couldn’t wait to meet up and see what Mandy the Mushroom Maiden was like. “Is it me, or does he look different?” the Amazonian squinted. Sasha raised her brow at the familiar yet different boss. Don Toad S. Tool must be the cousin of the stage’s toadstool boss. He had a horrid sense of fashion that made Huff N Puff look classy. The new boss wore gold chains, and all the bling bling on his chest burned their retinas.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God