The Curse Werewolf Princess

In the olden days of the ancient world, lived magnificent and beautiful Grey Wolves. They were gorgeous creatures with powerful magic. They can shapeshift into humans, other creatures, or change into anything their heart desires. They were dress in the most splendid clothing there ever was. With shiny and glamorous jewels covering their head to toe. They were by far some of the most majestic beings there is. The leader of the Grey wolf was Alpha Leonardo Grey, and his Luna Maya White.

Other wolves pack was jealous of him and wanted his territory, but none of them was powerful enough to take him down.

King Leonardo ruled over his pack for many centuries. There was peace and prosperity in his land. For many years it seems nothing can break his kingdom down. But one day his Luna died of childbirth. On the day that was supposed to be his happiest was the day he felt he lost everything. On the early eve of spring his youngest princess was born. However, she did not look like the rest of the pack. She had white fur with black nose, and blue eyes. He was outraged with the way she looked. She didn't look anything like him or his luna. 

“What!” shouted the Alpha. “This thing killed my luna. My Luna is dead!” He toss her on the bed next to his dead mate's body. 

"Waaaah," cried the little princess. 

"Please, your highness, she's barely a few hours old," cried Nana. She is the young princess's nanny. 

King Leonardo felt that the princess was a curse as she killed his mate. Anger and upset he locked her from society. For many years she seemed to have been forgotten until one day an alpha of the Black Wolves came to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage.

MANY YEARS LATER

King Leonardo said, “What a young king."

"I may be young, but I am a worthy king," said Austin. Austin Black, is the alpha of his black werewolf clan.

"Hmm." He stroked his long grey beard.

A frail old women walked next to him and whispered something in his ears.

King Leonardo smiled and nodded his head in agreement. He looked at Austin and said, "King Austin, if you slay the king of werecoyotes, I will let you marry my daughter that I find most suited for you.” 

Austin had black hair with brown eyes. He was a tall and fine looking young man. He was lean and well built. He have big muscular arms, legs, and body. He was by far one of the most handsome man among all the wolves. He was twenty years old. 

Austin fell in love with King Leonardo’s daughter Juniper Grey. She was eighteen years old. She was a pretty woman. She had an oval shaped face with brown hair and brown eyes. He saw her once during a gathering at the wolves party and fell head over heels for her. He couldn’t stop thinking about her as he wanted her as his mate, his luna.

"Do you agree?" asked the Witch Doctor. 

Without hesitation Austin agree. He was happy to slay anyone the king asked for as long as he could marry the woman of his dreams. 

But what he didn’t know was that the king did not plan on giving him his most precious daughter, but his cursed daughter. His daughter he named Agatha Grey.

At the age of three Agatha’s courtyard burned into a crisp.

“Oh my god,” cried one of the servant. “Is she a witch?”

“She’s cursed, that’s what she is,” said a female maid.

“Yes. She killed her own mom,” said another maid.

Agatha clenches her fist tightly and listen to their insults. As a young and small child, she didn’t know what to say to stop them from accusing her. She didn’t know what to do to defend herself from their hurtful words. No one was willing to listen to her nor be around her, as they all feared her.

When she turned five, lightning strike her broken house and killed all the maids and servants who served her. Everyone was frightened of her, for she was abnormal. They fear that if they stay with her, they will die like the rest of the people who served her before.

The King was outraged with her bad luck and misfortune that he put her into a cell. Where she never saw the day of light. For eleven years she stayed in the cell, with little to eat, and no one to talk to but her imagination.

Little did anyone know that young Agatha was a gifted wolf. She had nine tails, as majority of the wolves only had one. She had an abundance of magic flowing within her. She was by far one of the most powerful, most intelligent, and most talented female wolf of their era. 

While in solitude, she practiced her magic. Her magic came from her nine tails, that she hid from everyone. She was afraid that if she exposed her full tails to everyone, then they would cast her out to the world where she would struggle and die. She was not strong enough to leave yet. She needed more time to hone her magic. Once she is able to completely control the magic of her nine tails, she will leave her father’s kingdom and seek out her own alpha and mate. Only then could she start her own kingdom where they won't judge anyone based on their size, color, shape, or species.