Novel & Cerita Cursed Dogs

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.

"I don't understand what that has to do with a contract." They exchanged a look, some silent communication passing between them. Then Kane spoke, his voice low. "We're cursed." "I know the stories," I said. "Everyone does." "The stories don't tell you everything," Kade said. "The curse isn't just bad luck or violence. It's tied to our wolves. They're stronger than normal alphas, more dominant, and more... hungry." He paused. "If we don't satisfy them daily, they consume us. We lose control, lose our sanity. We become monsters."

God, what is he doing to me, I don’t like it. Speaking of those nasty witches, I’ve been more vigilant than ever. I was attacked by this rabid dog from Monteluna called the lucid hound that can kill a werewolf with one bite, they’re wild animals that shouldn’t be kept in the house but some stupid werewolves think they’re invincible they keep them as pets. All I know is if that dog gets loose they’re cooked. If a lucid hound bites a werewolf they don’t just die instantly they suffer until they give out their last breath. That’s if there’s no antidote around, my father’s cousin was killed by a lucid dog.

he assured her, his words filled with empathy. Jessica's frustration surged, and she couldn't hold back any longer. "Understand? How can you possibly understand, Marcus?" Her voice quivered with anger and sorrow. "Are you the one cursed? Are you the one whose mate loathed you because of a curse? No, you can't possibly comprehend the depths of my anguish," she retorted, tears welling up in her eyes.

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

CHAPTER 16 Two weeks ago: David couldn’t keep her out for long. It was after the third time the Beast took him that Sally read the pamphlet Jane had given her. After the section on Hettie of the Hedgerow, Sally flipped forward in the pamphlet to the next chapter where she found the section on the ‘Curse of the McCavendish family.’ The chapter was on Phantom Black Dogs of the Highlands and the Gaelic mythological hound Cù-Sith in particular. It was the last section of this chapter that opened her eyes to the complicity of everyone who lived in Dunballan, including Jane. It was here that she learned something of the dark burden of David’s family:

Later in the castle's huge Chamber of Thrones, Loki sat on an elaborately carved golden throne at the head of a huge mahogany table, to his right sat Othello and around the table sat all his Warrior Leaders, to his left sat the Warlock and the Witch. 'You had better explain to everyone who our opponent is this time.' Loki said with an air of defeated desperation, the Warlock stood and turned to address the others, 'Cerberus is the Devil's Dog who guards the entrance to Hades, he admits the shadows but never lets them out again. He is a savage, bronze dog, incredibly powerful and without any pity, he is cursed by Hades to prevent thos

Miguel "What do you mean?" I asked Cyrus, confused and anxious. "Someone started a rumour about you being Cursed, Zeta. There are several other wolves whose mates died but they weren't tagged cursed because no one accused them of being cursed." He explained further. "So you're saying that Eclipse pack wouldn't have seen me as a Cursed Wolf if no one had started a rumour about me being Cursed?" I asked him, anticipating his response. "Yes, Zeta." He answered.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi