Furby Curse Novels & Stories

"So much for the 'mighty Alpha.' He was just a puppet on my strings. It doesn't matter how powerful you are. Once you fall under my curse, you do whatever I want." "What do you mean?" Sabrina laughed, a cruel, sharp sound. "The Feral Virus didn't come from a lab. It was my curse." My world crumbled all over again. "Surprised?" She held out her hand, a flicker of purple light at her fingertips. "I spent five years setting this stage." She and Victor had been planning to overthrow the entire werewolf leadership. The "Feral Virus" was a curse she spread to destabilize Richard's rule.

Ruby arrived just after sundown, hooded, hair damp with rain. “You felt it too?” Zara asked without turning. “Yeah,” Ruby said. “I was in the Hollow Ward. A mirror cracked clean down the middle just from a shift in the pack bond. Something’s rippling.” “It's him,” Zara said softly. “The curse is mutating.” Ruby crossed the room, dropping onto the bench beside her. “Do we have a plan?” Zara shook her head. “We have theories. But none of them end with him safe.”

Maybe we shouldn't listen to him. "Ruby, we should talk about this. Look into the lure more. Nothing we read said anything about a purple dragon. We have no idea what we are doing." His hand cupped mine, blood dripping between our fingertips. The wound wasn't healing, at least not as fast as it should for a werewolf. "Well, we aren't killing you. That's for sure." Gabe said, walking to the bones of the golden Dragon. "We are out of time and out of options. Who knows how bad the curse is back home either." He pried a gold crystal

“I hate being disappointed.” “I imagined you'd be happier after hearing that there was a solution, but that's not a problem,” she smiled. “The point remains that I can help you.” “How do you intend to?” I asked. She sighed as she took a sip of her tea. “The rabid curse is quite rare. Yes, it has been used before, but it's been in such few cases that they're almost non-existent since there are no records of them.” You used the word, “Almost”, I observed.

So, not only can she not save Sean, she's more likely to drag him down to the depths herself. Everyone was astounded by my rundown, but Sean looked like he had been hit by a truck. "You liar! You told me you were untouched! "You played me?" Ruby went white as a ghost. "No way! That can't be true. You're making this up..." I let out a weary sigh. "Ruby, it's time to face the music. "Before your 20th birthday, the magic to lift curses was incredibly potent, ensuring your journey was without a hitch. "Didn't you notice, while you were hopping from one boyfriend to another, that your luck worsened and your health went downhill?"

Wilbur's work was all done now. The spirit was the most mysterious part of the human body, but also the most fragile and complicated. That was why Wilbur had taken so much care in doing this. Honestly, he had the curse itself to thank for being able to break it so quickly. The curse had an aggressive nature and was prone to attacking all sentient bodies that approached. However, the curse's attack was hardly anything against someone like Wilbur. Upon breaking Sammy's curse, Wilbur slowly exited Sammy's consciousness as he retracted his spirit presence back into his own body.

I buried my face in my hands, trying to muffle the cries that felt like they were tearing me apart from the inside out. “It’s called The Curse Of Agony,” Sabrina’s gentle voice cut through my despair. “The blood tears are a sign of the curse. It crushes the soul of the one it’s cast upon. The body remains intact, but the soul endures unimaginable pain. The pain is so severe it paralyzes the body and destroys the soul from within. It’s one of the ten Forbidden Curses.” Her words were a cruel reminder of the suffering my mother had endured making anger and helplessness surge inside me. Killian had done this to her. The curse’s brutality felt like a personal attack, a violation of everything I

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.

Almost like if he’s afraid. ‘Alright, it’s like this. As a newborn, my curse was centred on, ah—’ He winces. ‘Sorry, there’s just no other way to phrase it: I was more or less limited to virgins—purity in a very archaic sense of the word. I still am, sort of, but the curse worsened when I stopped being a newborn.’ I already knew this, more or less, but still I feel the un-vampire urge to blush. I swallow down my embarrassment and ask, ‘And how did it worsen?’