Cursed Dog Memes Novels & Stories

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

"I swear I won't! I'm a dog—dogs don't get jealous. Dogs don't ask questions about the past. Just look at me, Master. Please, just look at me." Cassian stood motionless for a long moment, allowing the sound of my ragged gasps to fill the quiet hall. Then, slowly, a faint, dangerous tilt appeared at the edge of his lips. "Do you really believe you're a dog?" he asked quietly, the question laced with a subtle, dark fascination. I looked up immediately, my eyes wide and pleading, desperate to give him the answer he wanted. "Yes, Master. Yes, I am." Cassian smirked, a cold, mocking expression that sent a shiver straight down my spine. "Then why are you wearing clothes?"

“And also, there’s the rumor that whoever he had a bonding and connection with him, had died an untimely death, that’s why he’s called the cursed one in his pack, and his pack members hate him and can’t stand him.” Sherry opened her eyes and sat up on the bed right away. The towel covering her breasts fell down when she got up. “Doesn’t this sound similar to the Solomon family incident? The night before Rain’s family died, the passerby felt the presence of Moon goddess as well. Is the two cases linked together?” Sherry murmured. “Rain has also been hated by her relatives and pack members,” Grace added, standing up. “In fact, we tried so many times to end her life, but we failed every single

My pack does not like vampires, especially on these lands—' "Lest you didn't know big dog, this isn't your land was much as it isn't ours. So if any one of your quadruped friends try to take a bite out of me, I'll kick 'em so hard there's gonna be silver implants in its head," Jereum said, looking at serious as ever. The wolf just looked as him. Blankly. 'I understand, but do be prepared to dash out of these forest before you get devoured, limb by limb...'

In spirit seconds, Seth received all of West’s memories about the vision. Seth gasped in shock as he could recognize someone from the drawings. “Is anything the matter? Do you recognize anyone?” West said. “Yes, yes I recognize someone. It’s Fred, the one that the last handed a sword to kill the wolf before him. He was here two days ago. He was the one that pointed that mark on Daisy’s neck.” Seth said. “Let’s see if this matches, he has blonde hair, dirty skin and is dressed like people from the olden days.” West said.

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.

“Well, if it isn’t the mortal who caused such a fuss in the city. You know, those poachers are actively searching for your head.” His thick, musical accent made every word sound like a melody. Azrael snorted, magic dancing within his eyes. “They’ll die before they ever get their hands on her.” “I would not mourn their deaths.” Kasar hummed, his short burst of laughter warm and welcoming. “Your bravery is commendable, she-wolf. Not many would risk their lives saving something they deem as less than them.” While I never had the pleasure of owning one, animals were the only creatures that didn’t judge me for the curse I carried. It was hard not to feel a draw towards them.

Still in his wolf nature, this oddly familiar stranger bent towards me rubbing his fur against my face. Even if I was scared of the whole thing that just happened, I had no energy to fight back, I just laid there in the floor in a foetal position, with his fur rubbing softly against my skin, and then the weirdest thing happened, as if enough weird things hadn’t already happened , I clearly heard his voice in my head, “Zelda, it’s time to come home!” Home?! Which home?! Or is this my head playing mind games with me, I wanted to fully discern what is going on with me but I really could not.

"Do you have any idea how much pain Heidi was in when the wolves tore her apart, leaving nothing but her remains? Do you even deserve to be called a father?" My accusations hit Ethan where it hurt the most, leaving him speechless. In the end, he could only repeat, "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." He fell to his knees before Heidi's portrait, repeatedly slapping his face as he begged for Heidi's forgiveness. "Heidi, I'm so sorry... I was wrong... Please come back... I'm begging you..." Seeing him acting this way only intensified my anger. I immediately shoved him away and screamed hysterically, "You have no right to say sorry! You don't deserve Heidi's forgiveness! Get out! Just leave!"

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.