Romans & histoires Curse Of The Wolf King

"Are you alright?" She nodded. She couldn't speak. Her throat was too tight. He looked at Lysandra. His grip on his sword tightened. "You," he said. "You're the one who's been hunting her." Lysandra smiled. "I have been hunting you all, Wolf King. You and your precious pack. And now you are all here, delivered to my doorstep." "We're not delivered," Kaelen said. "We're here to end you." Lysandra laughed. It was a cold, musical sound.

" I managed to speak confidently even when I was dying of fear inside. I hoped that my threats would be enough to scare them away. "This is treason, Auberon. You dare bring werewolves into our kingdom and try to sell them to our people deceitfully. The king will have your head for this!" The man barked angrily and a small part of me rejoiced. Things seem to be going as planned. A little more heat and my owner will be the one dealing with problems rather than me.

But the story wasn't done. "The werewolf realm did not escape punishment. King Roosevelt hunted them down. He killed their Queen and the first child of their royal bloodline." Micha's eyes widened. "That means… the royal blood ended there?" I swallowed. Or so everyone believed. "But before Roosevelt's Queen died, she cursed the werewolf race. A curse of blood, pain, and suffering. A curse that remains until the last day of the realms." Micha leaned closer. "What curse?" The next lines formed slowly, dripping with tension.

A king who would take the form of a human, yet be born from a true wolf—stronger than any beast that had ever walked the earth. A being whose power was great enough to challenge even the ruler of the underworld. But the Beast King was cursed because of his extraordinary power. He would become a Beast King without a Luna, for his descendants were forbidden from setting foot upon the earth. The moment he was born—every other king would grow weaker. The tale spread… and when it was spoken during a gathering of the Alpha Kings, the Moon Priest who told it was immediately executed for defiling the throne of the Wolf King. Yet the story lived on in the mind of the Wolf King himself—Gargan Noctyrr

As we ventured deeper into the village, I noticed the approach of several wolves, who began to whisper to each other. One wolf with shining fur spoke up: “She's a hybrid! What is the Alpha doing with a cursed creature?” A wolf with a harsh and imposing voice replied: “After this, we will all be considered cursed, for the Goddess will not forgive us.” Another smaller wolf joined the group and asked: “Did the beast steal our king's mind?”

The power, the respect, the silence that followed. Suddenly, a strong dominance rolled through the place. Every wolf froze as a strong scent rolled through. My wolf turned toward it, her ears twitching. The ground trembled softly under his steps. And then he appeared. The Wolf King. “Enough,” his voice thundered, echoing through the trees. “You dare kneel before her?” The wolves flinched. My wolf didn’t. She straightened, meeting his gaze head-on. “You have forgotten who your true King is,” he snarled, walking closer. “No one replaces me. No one commands my kind but me.”

Only the Wolf King could call me at any fucking time and I was quite aware that I had been out of the palace for nearly 20 hours, therefore prompting the call. Yes, I'm the son of Wolf King Karlos of the Western pack tribe. Being the pack's tribe all the neighbouring packs rule under our guidance and control. My father might be the Powerful Wolf King, but he's suffering from an incurable curse that will soon take his life when he clocks 30 in a few months. Not just him; in fact, all the sons of the Royal have been placed under a curse.

Kade King Majesty slid right into me, breaking every barrier that made me innocent in the realm of being a virgin, changing my fate, making me a woman in every single way. His wolf gently gave a low growl, and I saw the light shimmer in his eyes before he grabbed the headboard, as though trying to keep himself in control. “Fuck,” He cursed under his breath, when his paws suddenly appeared and I watched hair sprout from his arms. But he gained control over his wolf and gently returned his focus to me, making me wonder what beautiful thing had just happened. Why did his Alpha wolf react in such a way? And why, on the wolf empire, did his curse suddenly sound so good?

I just know I can’t go the way we came. I start to walk in the opposite direction, wrapping my arms around myself in a hug. The sadness is too overwhelming to cry. At this point, I feel so dehydrated that I’m not sure I can cry. The pain in my chest keeps me moving. If I stay still for too long, it threatens to consume me. “Survive,” my wolf encourages me. “You have to survive.” Not only did he reject me, but he did it so cruelly in front of his entire pack. He didn’t even grant me a private moment between us.

Three dragons circled overhead while another two tore through the outer districts, setting rooftops ablaze with every sweep of their wings. The sixth… The largest… Hovered above the battlefield like a king surveying prey. Grey wiped soot from his brow with the back of his arm. His legs felt heavier than it had only an hour ago. Around him, Stormfang's warriors fought with everything they had left. They were brave. Far braver than fate deserved. Yet bravery alone could not undo a century-old curse. A young wolf beside Grey lunged toward a dragon. Halfway through his transformation, the young man collapsed onto one knee. His wolf ears appeared. His claws lengthened.