Cursed By A Gypsy Novels & Stories

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

“Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole process. They stood up against the Alvuelas which they didn’t know could lead to their death. The Al

Miranda sniffled, wiping her cheeks. Grandpa sighed deeply. "This tragedy is what started the curse. After the white witch escaped the dungeon and learned what happened to LisaRay, she was so angry that she placed a curse on the Vanderwolf men. She said, Since Rampuss destroyed the unity love could have brought, his sons would be doomed to never finding their true mates. They would wander blindly, destroying the ones that love them until the fated pair returns once more." I swallowed hard. My throat felt tight. "So the curse came from heartbreak."

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

I was truly awed. I sighed. "You really just said "victims of my mate's rabidness." You phrased it wrongly. Victims of the curse you laid, witch. That is the correct way to word it, don't you think? It is truly saddening what happened to them. But so what?"

As a travelling merchant, he used to tell her that caravans rather entered the woods and tried their luck with bandits and wild animals than take a shortcut through those ruins. “I know only a little…something about two brothers. The one named Maxwell was pure and kind and the other one named Boris was filled with hate and vengeance. The story doesn’t end well. Maxwell had gifts. He could see into the future. But Boris…he was a dark magic practitioner. Delving deeper into black magic, he made a deal with a devilish entity that made him both powerful and vicious. He raised a small number of followers and planned a coup. He was discovered by Maxwell who then banished him and his small number o

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

His breath was hot… and laced with pain. “Damien—Damien, look at me.” My voice shook. “Hey, hey, stay awake—” His fingers twitched once, brushing my arm weakly before going still. Panic clawed up my throat. “Gavin, what’s happening to him?!” I yelled, turning toward him. Gavin crouched beside us, face tight with restrained fear. “He’s been cursed.” My blood ran cold. “Cursed? By what?” “It started when he was a teenager,” Gavin said, voice low and bitter. “We still don’t know the origin. All we know is that it attacks him from inside. It eats at him, and burns him.”

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.”