Novel & Cerita Cursed Dogs

"It is quite a shame. You want me to break a curse on you when I didn't place one on you?" "Excuse me? I'm confused. You didn't have a curse on me?" Tristan questioned. "Yes," she replied. "You didn't place a curse on me? Does that mean I am no longer hated?" He asked. "No," she replied curtly. "No, I am no longer hated or no I am still hated, which is it?" He asked for clarification. "You are still hated by your pack members and still known as the worst werewolf alive," she answered him. The skin between Tristan brows creased in confusion. "What do you mean moon goddess? You said you didn't place a curse on me yet I am hated? How? Do you mind explaining to me?"

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?”

Alcinder was beginning to feel a surge of energy through him. “It is the home of the very first descendants of the Lycanthropes. It was heavenly and home to hundreds of different packs who worked under the prime pack. Alparo’s wolves and land has been cursed, poisoned by hate, and greed, and bound with several loose and dangerous spells. Till this is done, Wolves will have no mate. Move Quickly, Alpha Alcinder.” As she ended her words, the palace broke into two, spiraling him into a sinking bottomless pit.

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. ***

Whatever fragile hope of peace this meeting was meant to build is gone, crumbling like ash between my fingers. All that’s left are wolves glaring at me with murder in their eyes. All that’s left is the bond thrumming louder than ever, wild and undeniable, reminding me with every breath that Ronan Draven’s life is mine and mine is his. The last sound that cuts through the chaos, through the whispers and growls and the pounding in my ears, is a single word rolling like thunder across both packs: “Cursed.” It doesn’t matter who says it first. It doesn’t matter who echoes it after.