Cursed Cat Alastor Novels & Stories

Someone fucked up and underestimated Caterina; now they were paying with their lives. “Your mate is on a Lycan rampage,” came the dark voice of Fenriz, who I asked for help since he was in the vicinity. His black hair was slicked back, and he came dressed in all black leather; it’s to be expected from the Alpha of a motorcycle club. “I fucking know that, but I am not equipped with how to handle this since the witches locked my beast away. You, on the other hand, would know better than I would.” Fenriz narrows his crimson eyes at me and then grins. “You’re her Alpha and her mate; force her to submit to you,” he says, walking up to the vamp den and then looking back at us.

“This game is about an old, little boy. As far as I’m concerned, you’re still the sniveling ten-year-old that cried when he didn’t get his way. Get out, Alastair, while you still can. One phone call is all it will take to remove you from our territory permanently.” He chuckled. “If you mean your wolf and his pack, I wouldn’t be so quick to assume, Becca.” Alastair leaned back on the council table. “Who do you think contacted me about your pending alliance? Not everyone in the Deep Water pack is as thrilled with their Alpha mating a cat as you’d like to think.” Inhaling, Alastair’s smirk faded. “Why don’t you put your talented tongue to use and give yourself a bath? There’s nothing worse than

Juniper called, noticing Katastrofi was going to cast another spell. “The.. scythe… the crystal in the scythe would cut his powers and… there is a core in the middle of his chest… We must break those two simultaneously…” She explained, breathless, holding her head because it was throbbing to have two demons present at one time. “Are.. you okay, Ahlum?” Tabit asked, offering her some water. “He is so sinister… and you had him inside you all this time?” She asked breathlessly, looking up at Zadicus who stood unaffected.

Seconds later all the people were caught up in it, screams of agony could be heard, and they all scratched their bodies, begging for it to go all away. Not that seeing it on their body was causing the screams, but rather the pain they felt, it was like they were set on fire right from the inside. Moments overdue, there was no one present in the bar anymore, all of them had decayed and turned into powdered ashes. Nagato became calm, no one was certain to mess with him, and still live, this is the price for it and also the price for witnessing his curse gift, he reasoned out and then transformed slowly back into a human.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

My mate slapped my ass, and the crowd went wild. “Please don't,” I yelled. “Take your clothes off, Dennis,” Alastor ordered. “No, Alpha, he's just a boy,” Fitzroy begged, grabbing onto Alastor's hand. Alastor's eyes darted to where Fitzroy's hand was. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME, YOU FILTHY SCUM!.” Venom, Alastor's wolf was at the forefront. I couldn't look, so I closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I couldn't do the same with my ears.

“He's just a child Alastor, for God's sake! He's the same age as your daughter! He's already suffered enough with that curse! As a father, don't you have any compassion?!” “Compassion?!” Alastor laughed even louder. “He's not my child! Compassion? (spits out harshly) Don't be ridiculous. That child will threaten my throne!” Ben stared silently at Alastor. Alastor was overcome with anger, envy, and jealousy. He couldn't be persuaded by anything. He wondered how he could reach Cyrus. Even though he was a wizard, werewolves possessed incredible strength and speed. He would be caught before he could reach Cyrus. Dal moved forward, but Ben blocked him.

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

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.

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.