Curse Of The Wolf King Novels & Stories

“Speak! What insect did you infect the Wolf King with, and where’s the cure?” “Hahahaha...” Kabreh looked at Noir’s insane appearance and glanced at Andrius on the sickbed, then laughed triumphantly. “The Wolf King was undefeated in a lifetime of battles and hailed as the lynchpin of Florence, but he was defeated by my hands. “Hahaha! This feels amazing! Amazing—” He looked as smug as could be. Noir’s anger flared, and he pulled out a knife and pressed it against Kabreh’s neck. “I’ll give you one more chance. Where is the cure for the insect?”

My aura was pouring out of me and it was filled with hate. "You will address me as Alpha. Now speak! I'm losing my patients." "Yes Alpha, I'm sorry. Please." She pleaded, trying to gently move my claws from her leg. I gripped her tighter, feeling her thick blood pool around my hand. "The King is doing something. Trying to figure out something. He has a powerful witch with the sight. She guides him what to do and who to go after. This witch claims that they can make powerful wolves from special wolves essences."

I watch as most bow in respect , I also take note of the ones holding hostility towards her . “ So I won't beat about the bush. We all know why I have called this meeting . You have all been debriefed on the citation and what's at stake . We all seem to have a common enemy , one that is gathering an army as we speak . Now I know we all grew up with the story of the golden wolf , what most don't know is it is actually a prophecy .” A whisper ripples through the room at my words . It is one of the five Alphas that speaks up .

“When the battle was done and the Sun's most beloved king had been laid open for the crows, his blood soaked into the burnt yellow grass and his eyes set upon the shining gaze of the father who looked upon him for the very last time, the Moon was nowhere to be found. “The wolves searched desperately in every dungeon, forest, and river the dead king had once ruled, but She was not there. When the wolves realized the treachery of the vampires, they turned upon them in rage and grief. “‘How could you make us do this to our mother?’ cried the strongest among the wolves. “‘We made you do nothing,’ hissed the most cunning of vampires. His eyes were crimson, and the wolf realized he had been consul

' I snapped back to reality as Frost called; it seems she sensed my doubts. 'You doubt?' she asked simply, her voice slightly raised. I hesitated for a moment before speaking. It is of no use trying to hide anything from Frost. 'What kind of wolf are you to have such power against the Alpha king?' 'It is not a power but a CURSE!!' What? What does she mean, a curse? 'There is a lot you don't know about, my dear. So many have kept you in such ignorance, but that will all change soon once I get us free from here. Have faith in me, will you?'

But how the fuck was I supposed to name a mate from among these pitiful creatures without walking straight into yet another failure? But Ghere must have read my wave to proceed as the signal to begin the rite, because he stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Ladies, I know the day has been difficult, but I assure you, you are safe here. The King Himself, Casimir Augustus Klane, is here to greet and assess you. Despite our, er, unconventional beginning, I hope you understand that it is a great honor to stand here today. The King of Wolves seeks a mate. A human mate. You alone have been selected from among your kind for his consideration.”

The wolves should never kill a witch, while the witches should never use their power against the wolves, and it was bonded with a curse spell. Two centuries later, the human king learns that his witch friend saved the Alpha, and he retaliates and starts killing the witch's descendant. The witch found out, and out of anger, she decided to kill the human king, but she needed the help of a powerful wolf to cast the killing spell. She used a spell on the Alpha again, to make him join her, and she cast the spell on the Human King. The human king died, but the witch and the Alpha lost their lives, and since then, the witch's descendants lost their power.

When I turned to the next page, the word cursed startled me, but my curiosity deepened. I was cursed. A witch accused me of killing her son. “A curse?” I uttered and continued reading. Making myself comfortable in the corner of the room. I was the Alpha King. I ruled my people with honor. But just like other men, I was lost. For years I searched for my mate. Without any luck, I spoon around with girls. I dated many and had sex. A werewolf’s heart is bound to his mate only and, upon death, shall separate them.

I couldn't help breaking my own rule as I glanced up at the most dangerous looking person I'd ever seen. He was tall and broader than even the King, his scarred face was marked by brutal battles and his black hair was tied back to reveal cold silver eyes that looked like a born killer's. He wore all black and moved with deadly grace while other wolves shifted away to create a clear path, leaving him to sit alone in the front row even at a ceremony meant to bring wolves together. This was the King's Blade and most powerful warrior, the one they call the cursed alpha, though most won't speak his name aloud.

--- The great hall was filled with wolves. They had come from every corner of the Dominion, from every pack, every family. They had come to celebrate their queen, to honor her victory, to share in her joy. The hall was decorated with flowers and banners, their colors bright and festive. The tables were laden with food and drink—roasted meats, fresh bread, sweet pastries, and flagons of ale and wine. The air was filled with laughter and music, the sound of wolves singing and dancing.