Furby Curse Novels & Stories

I pick up Amber's scent. Amber is Agnes’s daughter. And has been a friend of mine for a long time. And we’ve shared a bed quite a few times over the years. She’s truly beautiful. Black hair and blue eyes. Curvy in all of the right places. There had been a time when I was a child that I prayed she was my mate. She hasn’t found her mate yet and sometimes a warm body to keep me company isn’t bad. And frankly I could use a distraction now more than ever.

F*ck, I’m losing it in here. I resisted the desire to pull my dress off me, along with everything under, and go over to them, suck each of their needing d*cks till they became sore. ‘Like that’s possible.’ The temperature continued rising and I cursed whoever was behind the controls. ‘I think you should take it easy with curses. Don’t you remember what happened last time?’ The curse. The council said it was my curse that made them sterile. It was scary to think that it could be true.

"We have less than a year. All of us. Unless the curse is broken." The words land like physical blows. A mug slips from someone's fingers, shattering on the deck. A woman near the back gasps, hand flying to her mouth. Two men exchange glances of naked fear. The celebration that had filled the air just moments ago evaporates, leaving behind something thin and brittle. "That can't be right," a voice calls out. "We've lived with this curse for generations." "Read it yourself," Gabriel says, his voice gaining an edge. "The curse has stages. We've been in the first stage – the inability to bond properly with mates. This is the second stage. The final stage."

"No problem. So what's the curse?" "Well, apparently our pack was cursed by a witch who carved the curse using eternal ice. The curse stated that goblins would destroy and dominate our pack for every fifty years and it also made each pack family to only give birth to one child." He finished. "Whoa" Kevin sat back on the sofa. He was shocked that the curse had such a huge gravity on their pack. "So that's why every family only had one child, I had always thought it was by choice." Nacen shook his head "I also thought so too but its not the Case".

It only meant this land would break my curse totally. “How do you like this place?” She took a seat, pulling away from me. “It’s alright.” There was nothing special about this pack. Nothing drew me to it and nothing ever drew me anywhere. I just wandered like my curse made me do. A vengeful witch cursed me never to find my mate, to ask, seek and knock without getting whatever I wanted. My wolf without a mate turned into a wanderer. He wandered the world in search of the little omega girl. Until I saw her eyes, I had been colourblind from the day of my curse. The witch may have cursed me with total blindness but it only worked partially because Jabari had run a sword through her to stop her f

Pause for the other side. Liz: “Our situation is that Dust Bowl is being annually affected by an incredibly strong instance of curse magic, strong enough to be Class A reality warping. The curse is fully psychocreative, bringing into existence the regrets, mistakes, sins, and failures of the local populace, and also any visitors in town during the week of the year that the curse is active.” Pause for the other side. Liz: “We are concerned that since Agents of Control have had life experiences involving the paranormal, anomalous, and supernatural, that the curse’s psychocreative effects might bring into existence things from our past that would complicate things to a whole new level.”

"The curse isn't from my mother. Well, it was gotten through her but it wasn't from her. A greater force made her do it. But, what force is it?" "It doesn't make too much sense," Rendall said and Helia nodded in agreement. "Yes, it doesn't. If the curse isn't from my mother, then who is it from and why did the person curse Khron and Wulfe?" ******************** "Where are they?" Alpha Janus thundered as soon as a warrior walked into his room. "We haven't found them," the warrior replied and Alpha Janus snarled at him. "What do you mean? There are so many of you searching for two were-creatures. The other is just a female and you're telling me this? Are you all warriors or losers?"

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

This was perfect for me. “Arguments, emotional withdrawal, hostility, and others strengthen the freezing process.” “You’re telling me his condition worsens when I’m angry at him?” “Yes.” “That’s ridiculous.” “Magic often is.” I leaned back slowly, feeling strangely pleased despite the fact I was dying. “You’re enjoying this.” Evie pointed an accusing finger at me. “Not the dying part.” “Rodney.” “The treatment plan seems promising.” “There is another complication. The curse also responds to the Alpha’s emotional behavior. Possessiveness, jealousy, emotional cruelty, etc. Those emotions feed the curse. The Frostbane Curse punishes emotional imbalance. If the Alpha continues destructive behavi

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.