Cursed Toad Novels & Stories

I cried. "Well, I have to punish both of you. One for lying, the other for magic." Lucian grabbed me, and Thadeus pulled Melody along by her hair. They put us in a stainless steel room. They used this room for sterilization and torture. We weren't of age yet to remove our sex organs, so torture it was. I prayed to whatever being there was to save us from whatever was about to happen. We were six years old. The only Martel twins ever born. It was unheard of that vampires and witches would reproduce. Usually, the baby dies. In this case, we were both left alive. Soon to be the Coven Co-Leaders. Our joint power was great than even the white witch. We didn't lose stamina the way witches do. We d

“Undo the curse, or die knowing that every soul you manipulated will be avenged.” I looked up at him, her eyes blazing with hatred. “Killing me will do nothing to the curse. Harold will suffer, whether I live or die.” He was quiet for a while, his gaze searching my face. “Then may your death bring him peace.” No no no! That’s impossible! They can’t kill me. “Think about my offer, Norman! It’s the best…you’ll never..” “Enough!” He screamed. “Enough! Since you can’t undo the curse, I have nothing to say to you…”

Serenity shook her head. "Just help me to break the curse." "It's not easy, the state in which you cursed him was emotionally powerful. It had hate, anger, mistrust and mourning... That curse is strong. Not to mention that it's given by one of the powerful witch..." Sabrina said and Serenity looked away in guilt. "Augustus can revive people" Serenity said. "If he kills her and revive her back then will it work... There must be some loophole in it." "Augustus can only revive those people whom he has killed... He might revive her back but there are chances that the curse won't break and if she dies out of natural causes then he can't revive her"

As a travelling merchant, he used to tell her that caravans rather entered the woods and tried their luck with bandits and wild animals than take a shortcut through those ruins. “I know only a little…something about two brothers. The one named Maxwell was pure and kind and the other one named Boris was filled with hate and vengeance. The story doesn’t end well. Maxwell had gifts. He could see into the future. But Boris…he was a dark magic practitioner. Delving deeper into black magic, he made a deal with a devilish entity that made him both powerful and vicious. He raised a small number of followers and planned a coup. He was discovered by Maxwell who then banished him and his small number o

I slammed the book shut. Needless to say, these were all nonsense myths! I picked up the last one which seemed more promising than the rest. The book showed different names of vampires. Nosferatu, they were less common ones, and their vampiric change was difficult to achieve, their immune system had fought the virus and the virus was forced to mutate in order to survive, this result in deformed and disfigured vampires. Yuck. Suaria, they are often known as the reptile or the lizard vampires. They have the teeth that are all sharply pointed like those large lizards and their bodies are chameleon-like, they could change the color of their skins to match with their surroundings.

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

He had hidden behind a marble statue, shaking from pain and fear. A voice had found him then soft, kind. His mother’s maid. She’d knelt beside him, her face full of worry. “You’re still human, my prince,” she’d said, reaching to touch his cheek. The moment her fingers brushed his skin, her body went still. Her eyes widened. She fell without a sound. That was the first time he understood. Kindness could kill. Touch was poison. The curse took whatever it wanted, and it always wanted life.

There are curses of infertility, illness, mutilation, altered appearance, and many other unpleasant things. But no matter how terrible a curse may be, if it is reversible—there is a way to lift it. And the answer is as old as the world itself: a very strong positive emotion. In particular, love is the key to breaking many, many curses. So, in general, nothing surprising there. Flipping through the book until midnight, I realized that Karadeylis has precisely a curse affecting his appearance—and some ailments as well. And since he walks, lives, and functions, the curse is most likely reversible—which means it can be removed.

Motorcycle club president: part time businessman, part time party guy, part time therapist, full-time house mother. Who the fuck knew? – Toad Toad poured another three fingers of whiskey for himself and Knuckles. He sat the bottle down on the desk before leaning back in his chair. “He mentioned the blonde.” Toad said. “Well, he mentioned the lady. He didn’t say anything about her tits or her trying to get his attention. You want to guess what he did notice?”