Cursed Dogs Novels & Stories

“And I’m the only one who can give it to you. Besides, you've missed me. A reunion won't be a bad idea, mate.” I stiffened. “What do you know about the curse?” “More than you,” he said. “A lot more.” Marcus moved closer, trying to catch what he was saying, but I waved him off. “I need more than that, Clarkson,” I muttered. “What’s stopping me from sending my wolves after you right now?” “I’ve got eyes, Drake,” he replied. “And ears. I’ll know if you try anything. And if you do, your boy dies. I’ll mail you his head.”

"You will watch while I rule, powerless and vulnerable as the dumb human you thought I was. They will not be allowed to die, and even if they are weakened by the lack of powers, I forbid them to die. And all they will do with their lives will be to suffer, cry, scream, and they will never be a drop of happiness as long as they exist. I condemn you to be devoured by my dogs, and to live trapped in their bowels until the end of time. Before Kyra and Jensen could say anything, again awakening from the trance that my words caused him, the throne room was destroyed when one of Cerberus' heads "my dog and protector of the gates" emerged to the nearest corner where I was, on my back. Dust and small

I tightened the rope of the jacket of my lacy nightdress and walked out of the room to get a glass of water. Nothing made sense and I was tired of finding half the information. Why couldn't they just tell me straight? What is the origin of the curse for it to demand so much cautiousness to prevent backlash? There was one thing I knew for sure. The curse was either placed on blood wolves by a god or a demon. Only those two creatures could place a curse that would affect the law of casualty. It won't be hard to believe that a god did it because they are fond of cursing people at the slightest provocation.

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.

He blushes a bit and looks forward again. “Anyway,” she sighs, adjusting the blue velvet hood of her cape over her head, “hellhounds are often people cursed into the forms of animals–beasts. Wolves, bears, mountain lions… whatever the witch that cursed them feels is best. They are controlled by the witches, like an extension of their magic. And over time, they lose all sense of who they used to be before, turning… rancid. I don’t know how else to describe them, but they’re awful.”

And another. From the shadows, three wolves stepped into view—tall, broad-shouldered, and wrong. Their fur was patchy, their eyes glassy with that unnatural sheen that came from being marked by the curse. Bloodbound. Elena inhaled sharply. “I thought they were just stories.” “They were,” I said grimly. “Until the curse started feeding again.” The largest of the cursed wolves stepped forward. Its voice came through the bond, twisted and gnarled. She’s waking. The bond is forming.

But the moment of triumph didn’t last long. “I hate to be the bearer of ill news,” Elder Roth said suddenly, setting his goblet down with a grave look. His white beard quivered slightly as he leaned over the map. “But there remain three southern packs yet untouched. And those…” he paused, casting a glance around the room, “those are cursed.” Silence fell like a guillotine. “Cursed?” I repeated, my voice low. Dangerous. “Their Alpha Kings are bound by blood pacts, ancient black magic. Even if you go in with all your armies, Damien, the magic will devour your wolves before they reach the gates.”

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

I had never thought that Octavia could even charm even wolves. "Aaaghhhhh!" one of the vampires screamed and crumbled to the ground as one of the beasts lunged at him. The other tried to kick the animals and backing away. "Kill them!" one of them yelled at the other one. "Are you crazy? There are too many wolves!" His sidekick protested. Now, if they thought their fangs were nasty enough, they would have to meet these canine nightmares. "Vivienne, go," Octavia turned to me.