Cursed Alastor Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

Added one more line, because the evidence demanded it even if I wasn't ready for what it meant: Which means they knew I was coming. Before Alastor did.

Kairo glared at her and begrudgingly nodded, remembering that Alesteria still recalls what he was before. It was clearer than he would have liked. "Yes. I met a guy who has a curse on him." "What kind of curse?" Alesteria asked curiously. "The vampire one." Kairo replied as he closes his eyes and snapped his fingers, trying to recall what the name of the curse was. "I think it was the one that started with an S?" Alesteria hummed, her eyes looking down as she fell into a deep thought, trying to recall all the curses she knows that starts with S.

Alastor replied dismissively. “What’s it for?” Ashton pressed. “That’s none of your business,” Alastor shot back, his demeanor shifting to one of irritation. He has to be an alpha since he confidently spoke to Ashton that way, and Ashton appeared to be wary around him. After a moment, Ashton asked out of the blue, “Are you responsible for the note?” “What note?” Alastor asked, puzzled. Either he doesn't know, or he is such a good actor. But we certainly can't tell that yet.

Her thoughts felt tangled, pulling her in directions she did not want to follow. “You do not know what I am,” she said. “No,” he agreed. “But neither do you.” That unsettled her deeply. Elsewhere in the fortress, Alaric stood alone in his private chamber, staring out into the night. He had left Elysia’s room because remaining there had become dangerous. Not to her, but to himself. The curse lay beneath his skin as it always had, a constant presence he had learned to live with. It was absolute. It did not warn. It did not fail. It killed instantly and without exception.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

Some of the younger wolves were actually backing away from me like I might contaminate them. "Two mates," someone whispered. "Isn’t that like a curse?" "It's a sign," another voice agreed. "A dark one." I tried to push myself up, but my arms were shaking too badly. The rejection should have worked. The bond should be broken. Instead, I could still feel both Alphas like phantom limbs, their presence burning in my mind. “We have to get rid of this disgusting thing,” the words came from Lady Morwen Veylor, Caelum's aunt. She stood at the edge of the circle, her elegant features twisted with disgust.

“One question at a time, buddy. I was cursed a long time ago.” The way he said that made my eyes narrow in suspicion. “How long ago are we talking about?” “Four centuries ago.” I shot to my feet, my eyes bulged so hard it felt like they'd fall from their sockets. “That's not true. What the hell, Azrael? You can't joke like that!” Only vampires live that long. What kind of sorcery is this?! “Who says I'm joking?” He let out a humorless laugh. “You asked for the truth so there.”

He fixes me with a grave look. “You cannot bond with that girl. She will bring calamity upon you and the pack.” My jaw tightens. “I’ll do what I must. But I’m still the Alpha. My word is final.” “I’m not bonding with her,” I continue. “I only need her blood to break the curse. After that… I’ll send her away.” But as soon as the words leave my mouth— I smell her. Ayla. Her scent spikes… then disappears instantly. She heard us.