Cursed Dogs Novels & Stories

Dante stepped closer, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, "Vergil requires the blood of women every full moon. Every single kingdom on the eastern border follows this rule or faces total annihilation. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn Aries to the ground." "So you give him gold! You give him land! You do not hand him your own sister!" I screamed, lunging forward, but the guards stepped in, blocking me. "Gold won't soothe his curse, Eve. You know what he is." I did know. Everyone knew the horrifying rumors and tales about Vergil, the Cursed Alpha. Every full moon, the demon wolf inside him demanded a sacrifice and slaughtered dozens of young women to soothe it's blood thirst. No

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.

“It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!” “What?” “What is it Frank, do you know her?” Darren and I are watching in silence and my mate holds me down by one hand. “So? Do you know her?” Vlad asked again, confusing. “If what you say is true there was only a wolf with these characteristics .... they called her the Cursed Alpha! But it’s impossible that it is her, she died many years ago!” “Are you sure?” Vlad said, confirming. “Yes, I ordered it and I saw her death with my own eyes!”

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

Chapter three. The Cursed Union Overwhelmed by Mary’s words, he became light-headed and his legs buckled, causing him to drop to his knees as he looked at the pregnant, frail lady he was about to be forced to marry. She looked at him with sorry eyes while her arms were wrapped around her belly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do this to you. It wasn't my fault. I was drugged,” she said sympathetically. Her parent on the other hand, were smiling from ear to ear, overjoyed that their daughter was getting married to the most powerful family in London.

I let out a short laugh, remembering the first time I found out that Crebreus was mad, I drank wolfsbane to try to put him into a deep sleep. He was NOT happy when he woke up. [Gave ME hell.] Cerberus grunted at me. "Maybe that's why you lost your wolf?" Willa tilted her head, twisting her fingers with an anxious tone. I knew she wanted to help, but Crebreus was cursed. Curses can't be cured. "No...I lost my wolf before that, but I could still get poisoned by wolfsbane." "Ohh..." Willa sighed with such disappointment in her eyes, and I felt my heart ache at her sorrow.

1696, St. Austell, Cornwall, England I awoke with an unusual burning sensation enveloping my entire body as I tried to open my arduous eyelids, but the smothering heat engulfed me, drowning me as I started to shake uncontrollably, impelling me to the darkness as I lost consciousness. However, before I was hauled to a bottomless gulf, I heard Amara's revoltingly aggrieved voice. “You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...”

The ground suddenly trembled. I skidded to a stop just as three corrupted wolves leapt from the shadows—fur matted, eyes black as oil. The Queen’s curse. Their snarls echoed off the cliffs, twisted by madness. Gregor lunged first, meeting the lead wolf midair with a bone-crunching thud. I darted in beside him, claws slashing, teeth bared. The corrupted creature reeked of rot and old magic, and as my claws tore through it, the damn thing laughed.

Cyrus twisted the throttle and surged forward. He had no desire to clash with them. Provoking one person could mean provoking an entire village. The snowmobile sped across the ice as the eight dogs chased after them, tongues lolling wildly. The moment the dogs locked onto Cyrus, their eyes turned red. The feral savagery in their gaze was enough to chill anyone to the bone. Dogs had descended from wolves. During Frostfall, they had endured countless struggles between life and death. Some had even eaten human flesh when driven by hunger. Dogs that had tasted human flesh developed blood-red eyes and became exceptionally brutal.