Cursed Dog Images Novels & Stories

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.

I turned to face Kyle with a furious gaze. "Look Ash, it's not what you think, I promise I will never cheat on you again... " I grabbed his shoulder with my hands and forced him to his knees. I was fighting my wolf and trying to suppress her from coming to the surface, but her cage was broken after a few minutes and I gave in to her. She forced Kyle to his knees eyes flaring red and anger burning through her. We glared at him before bending down and sinking our teeth into his neck.

His eyes were glowing with gold, coated with black fur, the end of his tail was the head of a serpent, hissing every time he wags it. “We have to step back,” Damon placed his hand across my chest, pushing me backward “Why—aren't we suppose to help?” “This is a fight between Stefan and Cerberus,” “Cerberus,” I parted my lips, “I've read about him, he's a Hellhound, the guard dog for Hell gates,” “Yes,” “But— I swear, I've read it somewhere that he has three he—” Pointing ahead of him, I realized that the dog grew another pair of heads, that was viciously biting sat Stefan

Circling him like sharks as he drops onto an overturned crate in the center of the room. He pulls a cigar from his jacket, lights it with a silver Zippo. The flame casts shadows across his face that make him look like something from a horror movie. The dogs settle around him. One on each side. Both scarred to hell. Ears torn. Faces marked with old wounds that healed wrong. The one on his left is missing half an ear. The one on his right has a slashed eye just like Tristan's. Milky white. Useless. They're monsters. Just like their master.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

One of the figures dipped a thin, curved obsidian glass dagger into the basin, causing the surface to ripple. My heart pounded. "If you touch me with that—" "You won't be hurt," the figure said coolly. "Unless you are undeserving." The dagger had a dim glimmer. They applied pressure to my palm, allowing the ice to seep into my skin without causing any cuts. The basin's liquid light pulsed once, twice. suddenly exploded with a dazzling brightness. I gave a gasp. Shards of color broke through the darkness. Before my eyes, brief, disorganized images flashed. Under a red moon, wolves howl. Standing on a stone altar was a woman with eyes just like mine. A crown of light. A sea of flames.

The cover was embossed with a symbol that looked like a twisted, enraged claw mark. Nate crossed the room, the ghost sense of Kieran’s touch still tingling on his skin. He stood beside his chair, close enough to feel the warmth coming from him, and peered down at the pages. The script was old, but the images were brutally clear: depictions of wolves, but different. They were monstrously big, their musculature exaggerated and vicious, with four separate, scary sets of fangs in their gaping maws.

" Wolves love blood too. Lycans love fresh blood. We are animals, wild ones." " I know that!" I sighed, rubbing my forehead softly, " So, what can I do to help you? Do you need my blood? To make any cure?" " It doesn't work like this." He stood up, his tall figure making the already small room feel even smaller. " It's said the last descendant of the Moon Servants is my cure. Only they can help me lift the curse." I heard him as he walked around, scanning the bedroom carefully. The pile of clothes, the garbage, everything. The fact that he had been here for the last fourteen hours made my face burn red in embarrassment.

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.