Cursed Cat Alastor Novels & Stories

I had total access to Celeste's spirit. A slow smile spread across my lips as I realized my mistake. “Daemon,” I purred, rising from my chair. “You're a genius!” His smirk widened. “I know. That's why I am over five hundred years old.” “And yet, you keep getting bounced to human witches,” I replied. His smile vanished, making me proud. “It's an oath. I serve to teach. If I were to act without the rules. Then, let me remind you, sorceress, that there would be no you,” his voice dropped.

I flipped another page and traced the lines slowly. “…cursed wolves lose the ability to shift when rejected by the moon goddess or when forbidden by ancient blood oaths. The pain usually intensifies near the full moon…” I paused. Cursed wolves? I reread the line again. Then again. Something clicked. Could Caspian be… cursed? But who would curse him? And why? He was powerful, and they feared him. He was literally called the Alpha of Alphas. I sat up straight and grabbed another book. My fingers shook as I flipped through the yellowed pages.

Her voice rent in the air. A few minutes later, the Alphas came, and I could see the looks on their faces. They stared at me in contempt. “This she-wolf is cursed. Her wolf is destructive, and it will bring nothing but destruction and death to her kind.” Alpha Cato started. The other werewolves and she-wolves chanted in support. “Yes. Kill the wolf of destruction!”

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

Lyra stood in the mini-arena, bewildered, trying to make sense of the situation around her. Everyone gathered in groups, some in pairs or more, eagerly awaiting the opening of the grand hall. Most of them desired a toast with the Cursed Alpha king, Alpha Alexander is believed to be under a curse since he hasn't found his mate for years now but no one dared to say it to him. Lyra stood still, lacking any interest in meeting the so-called Alpha King, yet she dared not move from her spot, fearful of the wrath of her uncle, Mr. Donald.

I asked between my sobs. Alastair frowned. He raised his hand into the air and lectured like a false prophet. “What else? I was tired of being trapped. We were so much stronger than humans. We could rule this world, but that moon slut wouldn’t let us free.” ‘Hell no, did he call Moon Goddess a slut? That was intolerable!’ Mythril growled and roared louder. Her anger spread and ignited a flame inside my chest. “That’s it, Alastair. You’re going down,” Harlow growled and transformed into a large gray Lycan.

I wished I could travel back in time, I should have not brought up that suggestion of a duel. Damien and Irene helped me to my room, the demeaning effects took it's full course, making me nervous, sprouting all my internal sense of reasoning, I felt like I needed a big drum of wine. Irene was muttering something which I couldn't understand, the only word that got stuck to my head was Moon goddess. This is my penance, I killed innocent people and I'm suffering from it, a cursed Alpha who wants to become the Supreme Alpha.

I'll have to somehow make Jaxith understand us. I suddenly let go of him and he moved backwards. He smoothed out his ruffled shirt and gazed at me sadly. "Jaxith, listen to me….." I tried to make him understand. "No, there's no need for an explanation. I already know where you stand in all of this. I don't know what she did but she clearly has you under her control, you're not yourself anymore. I'll have to let the Alpha know about this, not only have you crossed the line, you went a step further by conceiving an abomination. We can't let that child be born, it'll be the death of us all." Jaxith spoke ominously, turned around and left before I could even say a word.

Cassidy POV “ She is now the Luna of the pack and everyone has to answer to her or you court death “ Thorne Wilder announced ,his voice cold as he spoke to them worthy of being a true ruler . His icy presence sends a chill through the room. I swallowed the lump in my throat as the officials lowered their heads narrowing their eyes at me who was sitting before them. Terrified gasps rippled among the crowd in the ceremonial hall as no one dared to speak up against the Alpha himself.

"She defiled our sacred ceremony!" "The human must die!" "This is blasphemy!" They started to shift with glowing eyes and lengthening teeth, ready to tear me apart right there in the ceremonial hall while I knelt frozen at that chair and unable to move or think. Then the Cursed Alpha stood in one fluid motion. His power rolled off him in visible waves that made every wolf coming towards me step back. "She is mine," he roared in a voice deep and cold as a winter grave. Even the Alpha King was shocked by those words.