Curse Of The Wolf King Novels & Stories

Tristan argued. "They don't need to be incited. Marius Hawthorn, the one chosen by Selene who broke the curse, was cowardly killed, attacked, wounded, and burned alive. Every black wolf pack in the country wants revenge," Trevor King, a black wolf with fox-like eyes, announced. "We need an audience with the king. Trevor, can you contain the black wolf rebellions in your territory and speak with the alphas of the other surrounding packs? Burning houses and attacking wolves from ordinary packs will bring no benefit to our race," Tristan announced.

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

Just then, the pack doctor rose from Duncan’s side, his face pale. “He’s stable,” He said. “But… there’s something else. The curse is getting worse." "The curse? You mean he is going to remain rogue? That means he can not be Wolf King." Duncan's grandmother said sounding as if her wish had finally come true. I struggled once again. "No! You can't do this. Duncan is still the Wolf King!" " Shut up!" Melissa said slapping me for the second time. Suddenly, I felt it. Something in me changed. My eye color changed an instant becoming white. I could feel it. My wolf coming to the surface taking over my body even though I had not shifted completely. Melissa backed away immediately afraid and Emmett

I ran faster than I thought. Faster than fear. The forest blurred around me until trees became shadows and the ground became nothing but a memory beneath my claws. The curse sang in my veins. Beautiful. Terrible. Perfect. Every breath brought new scents. Blood from the pack. Fear from the wolves fighting for their lives. Death everywhere. The Council’s cursed wolves were tearing through my territory like wildfire through dry grass. And part of me was excited. That was the worst part. The curse did not just want to fight. It wanted to hunt. To kill. To prove dominance over everything that challenged me.

The more he thought of his life, his mission and the things that could possibly happen, the more confused and worried he was. He had never been one to back down from a challenge but he was having two doubts. He began to have imaginations of him dying in this world and not going back to that world. 'Cursed wolf' That word resurfaced in his head and he recalled that was when it all started. That was when he decided he was going to break the curse because he couldn't stand the hate and disgust in the eyes of his pack members whenever they looked at him. Just as Tristan came down from his car, he saw Jade behind the man he was coming to meet.

The once-feared tyrant king, now broken and bound, looked utterly helpless. “I was cursed,” he began, his voice trembling. “Cursed in a way I never understood. Werewolves were taboo in this kingdom—I had to hide it. For years, I lived in fear of being exposed.” His eyes grew distant, lost in memory. “Then I met a shaman. He told me the cure was witch’s blood—the blood of a witch your heart beats for. The blood of the witch you love.”

Warrd asked Billy bent low “My Prince, the guard of the wolf kingdom. I must say I will be late to meet with the witches from the North before anyone does... The charm they prepared is the only way to remove the curse, to save the reign of the Wolverines and to keep the werewolves alive still, I must say if anyone else gets to it, then their entire wolf village will be under siege .” “But why would anyone do these, and why do you think someone else is headed to the North before you. Come to think of it, the curse had been there for a century before I was born it probably could meet another reign.” The wolf prince chanted a melody and soon realised that everyone was staring at him including t

He was silent for a moment, not a single person in the room dared to make a noise until he spoke. “I am the Alpha King of the Werewolves, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself, my name is Kael, will you do me the honor of breaking my curse?” It honestly didn’t sound like he was asking more like demanding. Kael. That was a nice name, and obviously respected. Finding a little confidence, I used my hands to grip at the fabric of my robes. “Before I accept, may I know the curse?” My head was still looking down, but I could hear the silence in the room following after my voice. It was unsettling and bone chilling.

My wolf stirred restlessly beneath the surface, uncomfortable and very alert. You don't belong here, she whispered. These are not your people. Kazimir opened his door. Cold air rushed in, carrying the scent of wet leaves and pine. He walked around the car and opened my door. His hand extended toward me. I looked at it. Looked at him. Looked at the wolves watching us from the courtyard. "Take my arm," he said quietly. "And don't let go." I took his arm. The moment we walked through the doors, the room noticed.