Cursed Alastor Novels & Stories

Around me, chaos erupts – Dad barking orders through the pack bond to keep everyone inside, Mom rushing around with burning herbs to mask my scent, both of them desperately trying to contain the disaster I've become. Because that's what I am now. Not just a cursed wolf, but a curse in heat. Every unmated male within miles will be drawn to my scent. Every pack will want to either kill me or use me. And I can feel it – the power humming under my skin, the need threatening to consume me, the knowledge that this is only the beginning. I stay hidden as the moon continues its journey across the night sky, casting shadows that look like prison bars across my floor. My first shift should have been a

I buried my face in my hands and the metal scent of blood made me gag. What have I done? She was never supposed to see that side of me. Never. But she had. And now she’d never look at me the same way again. The curse. That damn curse. I had lived with it for so long, it had become second nature. But tonight? Tonight it reminded me that it owned me. I leaned my head back against the wall, blinking water out of my eyes. I was cursed by the Moon Goddess herself.

‘A win for you is a win for me,’ Juanzo was saying, ‘We can’t let that blond prick win. ‘Agreed.’ Derith replied. In the next instance, there wasn’t just one Hind, but four. ‘What the fuck?!’ Alastor growled, his head whipping around, trying to keep track of the true Hind as the copies zipped back and forth. In his state of confusion, a puff of fire billowed into his face. Letting out a yelp, he dropped down on his belly and flattened his ears. He cringed as heat seared along his back. Juanzo pinned him by the scruff of his neck before he could recover.

His expression was pained as he glanced at the wrapped wound on her stomach. It didn’t matter how much they tried to heal it. It wouldn’t heal. The sword that stabbed her was embedded with a magic nullifying spell. It would’ve killed her if that witch hadn’t cured her. Alastair grit his teeth as he recalled the masked figure, the man beneath the mask. Shane Ainsley. He had been jailed for thievery and revolting against humans. Alastair grit his teeth, ‘someone so dangerous on the loose like this means trouble is coming’.

Balto represented the Crescent Moon and Thaddeus, the Dark Moon. When the herald made a thunderous sound, I knew the high priest rose from his seat and everyone was silenced. With him were a dagger and a crown. Following him was a she-wolf holding a book and a goblet and a werewolf carrying a royal cape. The ritual for the coronation night. When they stood in the middle of the platform, Hamil and I smiled. "It's time, our Alpha King!" my cousin uttered.

as she went to them and tried to use crimson blood to seal it again but it won't budge, Chaos energy only swirled more. Lucifer held him tightly as Allistair's eyes rolled back changing color and changing shape. He was becoming something ancient, ruthless… emotionless. THE SEAL BROKE......

I asked one after the other carefully picking my words. He sighed deeply and drew closer. “I wish I had the luxury of words, but I don’t. Come with me to Mystic Moon. That’s your home. You’ll find all the answers you’re looking for there.” He paused, his eyes sincere and steady as he stared into mine. “But one thing is sure, you’re not a beast. There’s no need to be scared.” I slowly uncrossed my arms and legs and stood up, wincing at the sharp pain that shot through my body.

He is – “The nail in your coffin,” the man says and pulls the trigger, blasting Zion’s once-loyal follower to smithereens. Alec Winters, the Hunter. He is a legend among all packs for never having lost a fight with an incubus or succubus before. Is he here for Alisa? He stretches out his hand and I decide to take it, allowing him to pull me up. If he’s not against me, then I can assume that he is with me.

“Chelsea. Listen to me. I am sorry. I really am.” She didn't know why he was sorry this time. Well, he had many reasons to be sorry for, however, he hadn't been sorry for anything until now. “What did you do again?” Despite the burning sensation inside her body, she felt fear cruising through her system. “I...” Alastair shut his mouth. He was not allowed to inform her about the witch's curse. As frustration rose in his throat, he shook his head. “Go... and wash your face.”

Finally, he pinned Viktor to the ground, his jaws around the rogue Alpha's throat. "Any last words?" Alistair asked. Viktor laughed—a wet, gurgling sound. "She's still out there. The witch. She cursed you before Clara stopped her. Not a death curse. Something worse." His red eyes gleamed. "You'll lose everything you love. Just like before." Alistair's jaws tightened. "Alistair," I said through the bond. "Do it." He bit down. Viktor went still. The battle was over.