Cursed Dogs Novels & Stories

How could he betray his mate? The aura around Serena blazed a deep red as she said the words, “I, The Witch of Artemia curse you; the moment you consummate your relationship with your mate; she will die.” Then Serena stormed out of the tent waving her wand behind her. Alaric stood there, frozen like a statue. She had shattered his life and filled it with misery and despair with just one flick of her wand.

Author's P.O.V. Mr. Escobar walked back to his car, he got in and the driver drove off. "Where boss?" His driver asked as they drove out of Nicholas's mansion. "Back to the office, I was told, I am needed urgently at the office", Mr. Escobar replied. Throughout the drive, Mr. Escobar couldn't stop thinking about what could have happened if he wasn't around. The curse was a dark curse, which was capable of destroying any alpha and also making them wolfless. The only cure to such a curse was the blood of an older Alpha, Lunar, Beta, or Delta. If he wasn't around, Nicholas could have been wolfless by now, because there ain't any older Lunar, Beta, or Delta in the pack. "What could have

Stiles replied to his wolf calmly. “How are you feeling?” Anita asked as she walked inside. Sitting on a chair close to his bed she placed her hands on his forehead. Letting out a deep sigh Stiles replied slowly, “I'm fine Anita,” he sounded extremely calm which was unlike him at the moment. “I was seen by someone.” Stiles suddenly uttered, getting rid of the silence that invaded the room. *A human to be precise* His wolf hissed angrily and Stiles shut him up again. Stunned Anita couldn't help but exclaim in agony “You got seen by a human?”

I haven’t eaten anything since last night and my stomach growled in agreement. The castle was huge. It was not like the normal packhouse but at the same time the black claw pack is the oldest pack in the werewolf history. The family of the black claw pack is legendary. There were rumours that the blood line of the Blacklaw pack were direct descendent of the king Lycaon. The first ever werewolf born or cursed.

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.

“Then… they had the Elder return it to the sacred burial ground. The Amadeus cemetery. A cursed relic, buried at the heart of the pack’s ancestral resting place. That act—that single act—triggered everything.” I feel lightheaded. Fury rolls off Dominicus in silent, suffocating waves. His fists clench on the table, knuckles pale. Eleanor’s eyes meet mine. “One thing you should understand about curses,” she begins, her voice steady but grim, “is that the stronger the victim, the harder it is to curse them. And the Amadeus wolves—” she glances at Dominicus “—were the strongest there were.” She pauses for emphasis.

“Why I can’t mark and claim you as mine…” "The curse?" I repeat, the word feeling heavy and ominous in the quiet hall. “Yes. I’m cursed, Rhea.” I stare at him in shock. The powerful Alpha of Moonshade, is cursed. broken down by a shadow I don't understand. And me being close to him somehow affects his curse. ***

I stood at a crossroad not knowing where to go, if I return to Crescent moon wolf park back to my aunt’s mansion she will just throw me out all over again and I’m sure nobody there will be pleased to see me over there, I’m sure they were pretty happy to see me go. All my years in Crescent moon wolf pack I was never able to make a single friend, well I made a friend once but then she became my greatest bully. All my years at Crescent moon pack making friends was the most difficult thing ever because mothers warned there daughters to stay away from me because I am bad news, a cursed wolf, they believe that the cursed placed on me by the moon goddess as a result of my mother’s defiance can rub

Wolves from the outer clans, limping and injured. Jorah’s eyes widened. “Open the gates! Quickly!” The refugees stumbled inside, gasping, their eyes wide with terror. One of them, an elder wolf with silver scars on his face, collapsed to his knees. “The curse has spread,” he rasped. “The Blackwood is lost. The rivers turned red overnight. We barely made it out.” Mira knelt beside him, placing a hand on his chest to stabilize his breathing. “The curse thrives on fear,” she murmured.

Cyrus I am dragged behind Cerberus straight through the gates to the underworld. Instantly, my wolf is on high alert for some reason. Cerberus doesn’t stop; she keeps walking through the darkness until she comes to a giant door and pushes it open. It creaks just like the gate did when she opened it. I’m met with a giant black dog that towers to the ceiling with three heads. It growls down at us and starts barking, trying to snap at us as it’s chained to the wall. Cerberus turns to it and lets out a monstrous growl that shakes the entire room. The dog backs into the wall, whimpering with its tail between its legs.