Cursed Dog Memes Novels & Stories

“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.

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?

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

His tone was casual, mocking, as he gently pried my hands off his shoulders. Damn it. I hadn’t even realized I’d touched a dog on my own. “Whatever do you mean?” I shot back, my voice sharp, though the words tumbled out faster than I’d planned. “You mutts are the ones always in heat. Clearly, you’d know more in that area. Fuck.” The curse slipped past my lips before I could stop it. Again, not the image of the untouchable princess I wanted to uphold.

Just as the two of them exited the grove, Cere came bounding up to them. His tongue hanging from his mouth. He pounced on her. Andi looked around to see if the old woman he lived with was nearby. Jace tried to help get Cere off her but the dog turned to him and growled. Jace noticed little flames in his eyes as he did so. Stepping back, he put his hands in his pockets. A simple question came to mind, could this be a hellhound?

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