Cursed Dog Images Novels & Stories

What does this make me? Brenda wasted no time. With a furious snarl, she lunged at me, her claws extended. He met her attack head-on, their bodies colliding with a thunderous impact that echoed across the dark, quiet and cold night. They fought fiercely, a battle of teeth and fur, each trying to gain the upper hand.

A loud, gruttal growl, snarling, and the rattling of metal echoed against the wall as we walked deeper into the dungeon. We came to a halt in front of a steel-barred room, and a man—no, not a man—a beast growled at me, pulling the bars. My green eyes took in the abomination standing before me, a Cursed. Every bit of it unusual big eyes was pitch black, and large fangs covered with drool poked out of its mouth. Its skin was sicken grey and molten like old wall paint and sulken, and it clung to its bones. Even though its back was hunched, it was still almost larger than an average man.

She turned to Vivian, who wore the same type of creepy smile. “What the hell does she mean by that?” my wolf, Amber, asked inside my mind. She was tired of Vivian and Veronica’s constant bullying, but, for my dad’s sake, I had made her promise not to hurt them. “But…” I was sure I’d heard correctly. I had no doubt that Vivian had cried over her mate bond with a cursed wolf. “But nothing, Lila,” Veronica said. “My daughter can’t be mated to a cursed wolf. He doesn’t even have a pack!” Her eyes were wild with fury.

"Do you wanna know what's going on or nah?" I gathered my senses and puffed a loud breath before following his steps downstairs. My eyes widened when we reached the wide, big underground and my jaw dropped when I saw a huge cage in the corner with thick steel bars. It was like a giant's white cage and there was a huge, brown dog inside, bigger than the usual dogs. It looked like a Siberian husky but bigger, as in bigger... like a monster, no! more on like a freaking werewolf! I stepped background as the dog howled so loud.

I grabbed my plate and a bun for Mason and went and sat down with him. "So what did you want to tell Oliver? That you love him and he is so dreamy?" "Haha, no I found his family histories and I thought he would wanna know about his family." "Ya he probably does, if they are still alive." He looked away as if remembering his own family being murdered by Lucian. Lucian Stone was the retriever. He came and took the kids when they were small enough. Either paying the parents a handsome amount of money or killing them when they refused. Mason was a pure bread Alpha like Damon. He seemed normal, I wasn't sure what they wanted him. He didn't have any special skills except that his wolf was huge. Th

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

“And what’s that issue?” “I don’t know how to say, but my wolf’s fur was golden. It was a golden wolf. I didn’t hear of someone having a golden wolf. It can be a curse or ....” I didn’t know what to say. My voice was shaky. I didn’t know if it was a good sign or bad. What does the golden fur of my wolf indicate? There was a burning tension inside me because my wolf was ignoring me. “Let me tell you a story.” I nodded.

Ariel ordered, referring to the hefty guards at the door. The ferocious hounds were let in. Their huge tongues were out as saliva dripped out. They had a scar on their face, similar to the one on Curtis' face. The hounds shared one huge body, with three separate, large heads. They ran their tongue on their enormous, deadly fangs. Curtis stood up, walking towards the hounds and kneeling before them. The whole place went silent, as they watched him. He patted their heads gently, and their gazes softened as they leaned onto his palm.

took up the entire height of the room and was many times taller than Louis. A deep growl escaped him, but contrary to expectations, the huge beast had lowered its heads, which were the size of Louis. Louis stroked the dog's head with an unfamiliar litter, seemed to scratch it behind the ears, as was the case with a normal dog. Cerberus put up with this and seemed to be enjoying it. A grumble of satisfaction was his answer to Louis' contributions. “You must be thirsty for food. I left you alone for a long time, my Cerbi. To make amends, I allow you to pass on him every day. ”Louis looked at Decus, who widened his eyes in shock. Decus had already suspected that his brother would not let him g

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?