Cursed By A Gypsy Novels & Stories

I rolled my eyes. “The original prophecy is the reason I am who I am. Hundreds of years ago, witches and wolves fought horribly. They were trying to exterminate each other. The moon goddess blessed a very powerful witch with the power of the elements, fire, water, wind, and earth. She was also gifted two wolf mates. One of them had a pure heart and one of them was evil. Her magic was so strong it was too much for one person. It was meant to be shared with a wolf. She had to choose the mate with a pure heart, and once they bonded, her magic was shared with her mate.

I look back at the paper and unwrap it, finding a handwritten note with the heading; the cursed brothers and their doom. Curiosity gets the best of me and I find myself reading the rest of the note. “The three brothers were once human, they lived in 1700s before they were cursed by a powerful witch because of their evil deeds; they were the first werewolves to never walked the surface of the earth,” Suddenly, I feel like I'm reading something I shouldn't but again, curiosity wins and I read the rest of the note. “The spell was both a curse and a blessing. It gave them immortality, riches and the wealth they'd always desired but then came their doom in the form of a girl who is said bare the

'Death's sweet embrace yields to her touch, Blood and sweat, your bones she will crush. To break the curse is to seal your fate, a curse born and bred from love turned hate.' 'Run faster!' I screamed, giving Rayna another boost of energy to propel us forwards; away from the Ghoul and its haunting song.

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

"Tell me. Please." "It's nothing, Iris. I just... I... Maybe you weren't all that lucky, ending up with me." I blinked, and pulled back even more so I was sitting up while he lay underneath me. "What on earth do you mean by that?!" Cassian shrugged. "I know I'm not the best of mates. I mean...you're cursed because of me. We were cursed originally by the Moon Goddess because of me." "Wrath." "Wrath is me."

But Lilly… Lilly’s eyes darkened, and I caught the faintest growl in her throat. “What you described…” she whispered. “I’ve heard of it before from the priestess. An ancient curse-wolf that lives in rivers and lakes. They say it's desperate to be freed and to achieve that, it binds itself to a bloodline. Maybe…” Her voice trailed off as if she regretted saying it. I froze, my heart hammering. A curse-wolf? Bound to me? Jasmine turned on her. “Don’t encourage him!” she barked. But Lilly’s gaze lingered on me, unreadable. “If he’s telling the truth, Jasmine… then Ethan isn’t cursed. We all are.”

“You’re unbelievable!” I frowned immediately. “What happened?” “What happened?” she repeated angrily. “You rejected your pregnant mate publicly then banished her right after?” My body went still. “What?” “You heard me!” I stared at her confused. “What banishment?” Mira looked at me like she wanted to hit me. “Don’t act confused now, Arnold.” I grabbed her arm immediately. “What are you talking about?” She shoved my hand away angrily. “Gamma James gathered the elders and banished Leticia under your command!”

Winston asked. "You’re right. But the one who cursed me was an earth witch. I don’t know why the notes are in the ice witch language." Vlador responded. "I’m sorry, but can you tell me what the curse is?" Winston asked. Vlador paused, then answered, "I will never feel full, and I will never sleep. That’s my curse." "Oh, you poor young man," Winston sighed. "If that’s the curse, perhaps I was wrong to think it involved two bloodlines. The term 'mortal girl' also seems too odd for this curse. Did I mistranslate it?" He reached for his dictionary again.

“That you were cursed and violent. But seeing you in person, I think you weren’t cursed at all.” Hogan and the woman had their eyes opened. “W-What do you mean?” Hogan asked. To answer his simple question, I showed him the necklace I am wearing around my neck. “This is made from my pack’s Gypsy,” I said. “Gyspy?” the woman uttered. “Isn’t that a race of magical people I read from the book?” I almost laughed. I shook my head and said, “They are not magical people. They are werewolves too. But they are more special than normal werewolves. And they only live in the Green Forest Pack.”