Cursed Dog Images Novels & Stories

“For some reason, he can’t feel the mate bond. He doesn’t believe she’s his mate.” Lucifer sighed, his hands falling from my waist. “At least I knew you were mine. His is different. What if the curse has advanced, Ashlyn, and a mate is no longer what he needs to break it?” His agitation was clear. “We can’t give up,” I said firmly. “We’ll try this first. If it doesn’t work, we’ll find another way.” He began to pace. “And that crazy boy won’t come home or even speak to me. This is where he belongs, love. This is his pack to rule.”

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

He licked his mark while grabbing her neck. "You are mine!" He growled. It was an actual growl. She looked at him and noticed that his eyes has turned yellow. His body turned warmer. "Stop!" He said when his claws came out. Her initiatives were provoking his wolf to come out. "I'll hurt you" Valerina didn't stop instead she held his hand and kissed his claws. "You won't hurt me!" She was actually talking to his wolf. They hugged each other and moaned when they climaxed together.

Why I wasn’t halfway through Ace’s chest with a blade in hand right now. Then Valentina clicked a button. The lights dimmed. A projector flared to life. And grotesque images followed. The screen displayed something… something unnatural. At first glance it looked like a dog, diseased and mangled. But as the video panned, I saw more. The hunch of its shoulders. The monstrous size. The length of its claws and the saliva dripping in thick, foamy ropes from its maw. And bodies, human bodies scattered around. This was not a dog, not even close. It was a fucking beast.

Nyx urged me onward, senses sharp, muscles coiled for danger. Suddenly, Mara stopped, hand raised. “Look.” Ahead, carved into an ancient oak, was a symbol — a circle crossed by jagged lines, scorched into the bark. The mark of the cursed. Silas knelt, examining it closely. “Dark wards. They’re protecting something.” A low growl warned us of movement. From the shadows emerged a group of cursed wolves — their eyes glowing cold and merciless. The ambush was swift and brutal. We fought hard, coordinated and fierce, but the cursed wolves were relentless. Their snarls were filled with rage and desperation — as if bound by a will stronger than their own.

Soon, the car's headlights faded into the distance, leaving me engulfed in darkness. In the distance, several pairs of glowing green eyes flickered in the darkness—wolves! I closed my eyes in despair, waiting for death to claim me. However, the expected pain never came. I opened my eyes to see Ethan standing before me, wolf fangs piercing his body. Even as blood soaked his clothes, he did not utter a sound. "Ethan!" I cried out in horror. Suddenly, bright lights flooded the area, and police sirens pierced the night. The wolf pack scattered in panic.

"I'm cursed" I clamped my hands over my mouth to prevent me from screaming. "What kind of curse?" I asked curiosity getting the best out of me. "I don't have human feelings, I can't be happy, I can't be sad, I can't fall in love, anything feelings, I don't have" What?! I almost cried for him as he spoke, how did he get cursed? Who did he offend? How does he cope? "Why are you telling me?" I asked.

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

The edge of the pit seemed to be wet a little bit. He looked down to see an animal; from what he could tell it was a mud-smeared, bloody, hurt wolf. The bottom of the pit was all dirt colored with a bit of a shine to it, that was from the bottom being wet. The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet.

I'll die a sad and lonely wolf and all because my father thinks keeping me locked up like this is protecting me. I know you'll probably ask why I don't just go outside without Siri noticing but believe me, I've tried. The cottage is fortified with some sort of magic or enchantment, anyone can just walk in and out, anyone except me. Each time I try to walk out that door, I become enveloped by excruciating pain and it almost feels like I'm engulfed in fire, the flames blazing at my skin piece by piece.