Cursed Dogs Novels & Stories

The Ravener Dogs Unleashed From deeper tunnels came a guttural growl, inhuman and haunting. The Ravener Dogs. Misshapen beasts bred by the Hollow, their twisted bodies half-bone, half-flesh, with glowing hollow sockets for eyes. They could sense life. They could smell fear. “They’re releasing the dogs!” Victor barked through the comm. “Light barriers, NOW!” Seraphina shouted from the ritual chamber above. Sigils embedded into the floor activated, casting radiant walls of silver light, slicing through some of the first wave. The Ravener Dogs shrieked as parts of their bodies were vaporized — but others kept charging.

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

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?

May the last man standing win. He got to a part of the large fence that was farthest away from the guards patrolling. They assumed no one would attempt to break in from there because that’s where the dog pens were, and they were right. The dogs were almost as large as some werewolves themselves, and feral, bred to kill and infused with black magic. A wolf was better off fighting wolves like himself than taking up Matteo’s hounds. But Caden wasn’t worried. The hounds knew him. He had played, fought, and fed them. They would never harm him. He just hoped they remembered his scent fast enough before ripping him apart first.

"Quick! Do a quick search! I want to know who had hurt my Howling Celestial Dog." He was furious when he smelled the scent of chili powder on the Howling Celestial Dog. Even though the Howling Celestial Dog was not a godly beast, it was an enchanted dog. It had been with him for thousands of years; it was always brave and had never let him down. Yang Jian could not bear it when he saw his loyal dog harmed by mere chili powder. As the saying went—watch out for its owner when you hit a dog. Yang Jian felt he was humiliated that someone had dared to hurt his dog.

I turned to face Kyle with a furious gaze. "Look Ash, it's not what you think, I promise I will never cheat on you again... " I grabbed his shoulder with my hands and forced him to his knees. I was fighting my wolf and trying to suppress her from coming to the surface, but her cage was broken after a few minutes and I gave in to her. She forced Kyle to his knees eyes flaring red and anger burning through her. We glared at him before bending down and sinking our teeth into his neck.

She stepped forward and replied, “ Alpha Odin has a very much tragic background. His parents had an untimely and mysterious death, which no one had been able to uncover over the years.” “Mysterious? What mystery does it have?”. “Yes, his parents had died even without having any disease at all. That’s the most mysterious thing here. The cause of death is unknown. But, the people in his village, had felt the presence of the Moon goddess the night before they died.” “And also, there’s the rumor that whoever he had a bonding and connection with him, had died an untimely death, that’s why he’s called the cursed one in his pack, and his pack members hate him and can’t stand him.”

"The curse began as a compact with the old March claimants. Fennec wolves were given authority over border wards and pack disputes. In return, certain bloodlines were made responsive to a claimant's command." "Responsive how?" Cedric asks. Caelen's mouth tightens. "If a recognized claimant invokes the blood debt correctly, a cursed Fennec cannot disobey a direct order." The room changes. Torven stops cleaning the knife. Sena looks up from the maps. I stare at Caelen. "What kind of order?" "Movement. Silence. Violence. Claim. Submission." He speaks in the same controlled tone he uses during a tactical briefing, but the words sound wrong in it. Too clean. Too dead. "The curse does not make the

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.

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?