Romans & histoires A Curse Of Blood And Wolves

Austin growls at Curtis to hurry up his sentences. Curtis, shaking his head said, “Loosen the hold. I can't breath." “Not until you tell me something worthy.” Curtis felt like his eyeballs is about to roll backward and managed to squeal, “Our task.” “Ah-huh.” “Yesssss,” wheezed Curtis. "Our task is..." Austin laughed and his eyes turned black as night. Curtis gasped in horror. He knows who this alpha is. This werewolf isn’t anyone to mess with. He have heard of tales of him. Stories that were written about him. Of the olden age.

While waiting for Crassus to change, Lucian bit one of them. Carol yelled out as Ravena was still gripping her throat, attempting to suck breath into her lungs. She sank to the floor, her eyes unfocused and a horrible cut on her throat oozing with blood. Ravena approached Carol, her palm on her throat, halting the blood, after skirting around the four wolves fighting each other. "Oh my goodness, Carol. You'll be... fine." Some words of comfort. Carol's death would be the simplest option now that she knew they were lupus garous. Ravena was anxious for her to live.

“Claim. She is mine by right of power, destiny, and the ancient blood in my veins.” The priest’s lips twitched as though he held back a curse. “Power is a fickle master. Words alone will not break the weave of true love." I opened my eyes. “Then hear my truth.” I stepped closer, voice rising over his chant. “My bloodline was cursed the night I was born. A blood moon bled my cradle. Misfortune clung to me like a shadow. I have tried every path, wealth, fear, violence, yet my name remains whispered in contempt across a hundred packs. Until I learned of the blessed wolf spirit you know so well.”

“But it’s not as easy as you think. She has strong wolves around her. If not for them, she’d be dead already.” I took a step back without thinking. I always did when his eyes changed. Being around him made my skin crawl. He was cursed. Everyone knew it. A blood wolf. One that survived by drinking blood. That curse was the reason he did jobs like this. Dirty jobs. Quiet jobs. Jobs no one wanted their name attached to. I had given him this one because I believed he would do it right. I wanted Lena dead. I wanted her blood drained, her body cold, her name erased.

With their speed, I couldn’t aim, and Lucas and Samuel were in the same direction, fighting two more wolves. I couldn’t risk shooting and hurting someone I loved. Three wolves are racing our way, I linked with Bodey, noticing the blood soaking the back of his shirt along with three deep slashes from the enemy wolf’s claws. My heart lurched into my throat. He’d been scratched, and so had I. What if they’d laced their claws with nightshade? But there was no time to find out. More urgently than before, we had to keep going. All I could hope for was that, since they hadn’t been expecting us, they hadn’t had time to take those precautions.

he said. “The blood of a wolfless wolf.”

His chest heaved slow, scars stretching, ice-blue scanning the lines, his growl thickening, raw and untamed. Selene, if you’re reading this, I’m gone. The howl took its price. The war we ended wasn’t ours alone—blood ties knot us to the enemy. Beware the golden wolf; his blood runs in you, and his betrayal cuts deeper than bone. The howl wasn’t just strength; it’s a curse, and it’ll claim you unless you break it.

They will discover that I am a cursed wolf that cannot turn and they will throw me out just like everyone else before them had. “A cursed wolf like yourself will never find love, a cursed wolf like yourself will never find family, a cursed wolf like yourself will continue to roam the face of the Earth alone until death decides to take pity on her.” These are the words of my aunt, they ring over and over in my head every single time. It has gotten way worse with the blue moon coming…

He looked at me like he could sense something. “She is a viper, Eldrick,” Marek hissed as he moved closer to my space. “Eavesdropping outside your door? Her father’s treachery runs deep, and the blood hasn’t changed at all. Exile her tonight before she infects the rest of the pack with her curse.” The word hit me like a punch to the stomach. Deep inside my mind, my wolf curled into a trembling ball. If they threw me out now, the broken bond would finish what the rejection started. And I fear that if I am too far away from the Alpha, the pain might even kill me.

Needed silence that didn’t judge her every breath. The deeper paths of the forest offered that. Or so she thought. — She didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late. Three wolves stepped out from between the trees. Not warriors. Not council members. Just pack wolves. But their expressions held something darker now. “You shouldn’t wander alone,” one of them said. Ava stiffened slightly. “I’m not wandering.” “You are.” Another wolf stepped closer. “Funny thing about curses,” he said quietly. “They don’t always kill the person they start with.”