Novel & Cerita Cursed Dogs

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

"Then the Silver Moon Pack will lose the former Alpha's bloodline, and you'll be branded a traitor." I laughed, a bitter sound. "Betray what? A pack that's already stabbed me in the back?" Just then, a guard rushed in, his face white. "Elders, a messenger from the Shadow-fang Pack is at our border!" The room fell utterly silent. The Shadow-fang Pack. The stories said they were the most savage, a pack soaked in blood and death. Their Alpha, Harris, was supposedly cursed, and every mate he’d ever had met a horrible end.

A sickly glow pulsed behind their irises, something unnatural, something twisted. Daisy stiffened. “Demon wolves.” My stomach dropped. I had heard of them before—wolves who had been cursed, their souls tainted by black magic, driven by something worse than hunger. But I had never faced them. I barely had time to process before one lunged. I dodged, barely avoiding the swipe of his claws as he skidded past, snarling. Another rogue launched at Daisy, but she twisted, kicking him back before raking her claws down his chest.

The story unfolded like a tapestry of fear and sorrow, each word painting a vivid image of the turmoil that unfolded. "The curse of multiple mates, it was called," Edward explained, his voice laced with a mix of sorrow and caution. "Whenever it befell a pack, disaster loomed on the horizon. The deep-rooted possessiveness of the wolves, their primal instincts, tore families apart and ignited rivalries that knew no bounds." Jayden's grip tightened around my hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. The weight of the curse bore down upon us, but we refused to succumb to the fate of those who came before.

"It seems to me that the Alpha is under a curse wound.” " What is that?” " It is when a practicer of dark magic goes beyond the normal arta and begins to kill wolves and use their essence to grow stronger, they become cursed wolves and when a cursed wolf injures you, you are cursed too. That the Alpha is still alive amazed me. Did he perhaps collect essence from another wolf?” We had gotten to her hut now, she let us in and we sat down to continue the conversation... “No, No wolf gave him essence. I said with conviction.

As we ventured deeper into the village, I noticed the approach of several wolves, who began to whisper to each other. One wolf with shining fur spoke up: “She's a hybrid! What is the Alpha doing with a cursed creature?” A wolf with a harsh and imposing voice replied: “After this, we will all be considered cursed, for the Goddess will not forgive us.” Another smaller wolf joined the group and asked: “Did the beast steal our king's mind?”

I flipped another page and traced the lines slowly. “…cursed wolves lose the ability to shift when rejected by the moon goddess or when forbidden by ancient blood oaths. The pain usually intensifies near the full moon…” I paused. Cursed wolves? I reread the line again. Then again. Something clicked. Could Caspian be… cursed? But who would curse him? And why? He was powerful, and they feared him. He was literally called the Alpha of Alphas. I sat up straight and grabbed another book. My fingers shook as I flipped through the yellowed pages.

"And the curse? What about the curse I heard?" Emile took a deep breath, her gaze shifting toward the dim light filtering through the window, as though she was looking back through time itself. "The curse you heard was cast by Fate himself," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "When Selene’s Dire Wolves grew too powerful, even she began to fear them. Their bloodlust was uncontrollable, and they wreaked havoc on the world—destroying villages, wiping out entire packs. Selene tried to control them, but it was too late. They were monsters, and nothing could stop them."

“It is like I am telling you, Lord Raoul, I woke up and went to the kennels and they are right there! Right in the middle of a pack of Credion mountain hunting dogs!” Exclaimed the Kennel Master. Raoul had known Thorn for a long time and had never seen him so agitated. Credion mountain dogs were wild hunting dogs that could bond with a human if they deemed them worthy. They were Fiercely loyal and protective once they had chosen to bond. But until then they were extremely aggressive and dangerous.