A Curse So Dark And Lonely Series Novels & Stories

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

That was the entire point of being here, the entire structure of everything I had built since the day I arrived, the changed appearance, the false name, the carefully maintained distance from anything that connected me back to Darkhowl. I had been meticulous about every single part of it without exception, and this girl who had walked through the doors three days ago was standing in front of me saying my name like she had known it long before she ever arrived here, like she hadn't come to Draven as a student at all but had come specifically, with a purpose, and that purpose had something to do with me. I kept my face still and waited because I could tell she wasn't finished. "I know about th

she said, guiding Marcy to the table and setting out children's books along with a jar of different treats. I put the old books back on the shelves, but my curiosity about the kind of books the bloody man read was something I couldn't resist. While Zoey taught Marcy, I went through Reis’s books. It was basically wolves and history… there was a book titled *Moon Curse*, re-written by Wulfstan Throne, 1684. I didn’t need to be told, the author was probably from Reis’s past generation. It was amusing to find out they had all been suffering from the curse since the 1600s.

The hatred in her eyes shocked me. “My mother made sure we survived,” she continued harshly. “She did what your weak mother never could.” I stepped toward her. “Do not speak about Eleanor Blackwood again.” But Serena only smiled sadly. “You still think blood alone makes someone worthy.” Then her gaze darkened. “But Blackwood is changing.” My chest tightened instantly. “What does that mean?” Serena looked toward the windows where storm clouds gathered over the estate. “It means the curse is almost complete.” Fear crawled slowly up my spine.

Hushed voices slip through the dark like smoke beneath a door. Whispered urgency. A tremor of fear woven between each word. The sound pulls at me from somewhere deep, somewhere I don’t recognize but somehow know. I lie still beneath my blankets, barely breathing. The hallway light spills in through the crack of my bedroom door, thin and pale, doing nothing to chase away the heavy darkness pressing against the walls. The air feels wrong. Thick. Suffocating. A sharp crash shatters the quiet.

~Meara I stare across at Hazel, feeling myself growing impatient. She sits at her dining room table, flipping through an old book, waving dust out of her face with every page turn. The death's currently plaguing the pack haven't come from nowhere, and it's no coincidence they have started with Sire's rising. This is the curse, and the only person I trust to figure out how to stop it is Hazel. She seemed uncomfortable when Sire came in, shuffling back a few steps as he bent his head to enter.

"There is nothing you can do against fate. You can try to fight it, but it has a way of clicking everything together. I knew she was referring to how she was mated to Alpha Killian. Someone used dark magic on her to trick her into believing she was his fated mate when Damon was her real mate. Here she is now, Damon's Luna. Fate made them find their way together. Fate was fucked up, and I hated fate. I nodded, and she walked inside. I stood beside Devon and did not say a word. I could not be what he needed. I was not soft; I was not a comfort. I was strong and fierce, I was a warrior, and I was cold. I had to be what I needed to be in this world. The world needed me to be strong. "I thought s

he groaned as he felt more pains at the back of his neck and more headache. "What is happening?" He muttered as his eyes began to ache too. Suddenly a mark appeared at the middle of his palm in ancient writings and since he could read ancient writings, he read them and his eyes popped out like an owl, as if they would fall off anytime soon. On his palm was boldly written in ancient writings, 'The cursed wolf'. He looked at Lydia and then at himself and then it dawned on him. Lydia wasn't the one who would break his curse. It was Jade and Lydia was the one to curse him more.

she said stretching out her hands to shake mine. "Ashley Belinda Cruz," my wolf replied dropping my weapon, I was too tired to say anything. She sighed regretting ever saying that kyle was good for us. Though I told her not to talk to me again but I could not hold in the lonliness of not talking to my wolf. "I normally stop here for shelter each time the storm caught me off guard, but this is the first time I have seen a different face." She explained. The girl was directing her sightless eyes from Charlotte to me. She shook her head in declination before hurriedly rushing into the deep hole that was inside the cave with her hands rubbing along the wall for direction.