Cursed Dogs Novels & Stories

"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."

Their howls were both warning and lament. She pressed her palms firmly over her ears, trying to muffle the savage chorus, but the sound vibrated through her bones. They didn’t own dogs. No one in the neighboring huts did either. Yet the barking grew louder, more insistent, as though the pack had claimed their yard as its hunting ground. The beasts snarled and snapped, their voices overlapping in a frenzied symphony of alarm and fury. Twenty agonizing minutes crawled by. Eloise counted each one in the dark, heartbeat thudding in her throat, sleep now an impossible dream. The noise refused to fade. If anything, it intensified, as if the dogs were growing more desperate—or more enraged.

A little more heat and my owner will be the one dealing with problems rather than me. "No, no. Don't believe a word she says, it's all a lie. They used to be Werewolves but they're not anymore because they lost their wolves, it was carefully extracted from them by the use of dark magic. Think about, if they're still Werewolves, why am I able to hold them captive like the other girls? Why are they chained and being treated like the others? They're nothing but weak little humans now, they're no less than toys." My owner quickly explained and the man eyed him suspiciously. I kept my fingers crossed, hoping that Vampires' hatred for werewolves would save Primrose from his clutches.

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.”

Her thoughts faded when Claire started speaking. "Cousin, what are you pampering her for? She is the reason why Aunt is disabled. She is a curse to Aunt. Why are you carrying Aunt's curse like she is precious..." Claire's words were cut abruptly when Kael growled in anger. He is the Alpha. Once he releases his intimidating aura, normal dragons or shifters cannot withstand the pressure.

Chapter 22 I alighted from the car, I checked around to be sure I was not followed by anyone as I would not allow anyone to know my secret else it would be a weapon for my enemies. I followed the narrow road, and I encountered some funny animal that kept looking at me without attacking me. They would not attack because they were controlled by the moon goddess. Those said animals are wolves that were caused due to their disobedience and ignorance but being caged here was one of the worst curses anyone would wish to get.

Everything felt peaceful. BAM! The doors burst open violently. The maids gasped startled as a group of mud crusted, bruised,filthy naked men stormed in. Darting their feral eyes till it landed on Marisa. Amongst them towering and snarling was Raul. “Everyone. Out!” Marisa snapped sharply. The servants half bowed and moved sharply scurrying past the rogue wolves. One maid past by a wolf called Gregor who smacked her on her butt. She gasped startled and ran away.