Cursed Dogs Novels & Stories

She said. “He is not here. He rules his own pack across the border,” Ashlyn responded. “I need to see him. The curse on him is no ordinary curse,” She said shaking her hands. “What do you mean?” I asked in perplexity as Ashlyn gripped my hand tightly. “His curse is hereditary. From you, but another curse was placed on him by the same woman who cursed you from birth.” She said. Ashlyn and I stared at each other in shock and confusion.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.

Get a cup of hot water, like what she always does whenever she feels restless. Then she opens a secret wooden box, and she found a book… she opens it, and starts reading… *** Inside the Book *** A heredity… Something that starts from the great grandpa of the one whose name is “Bridgette Arden”… It will not perish… It always happens… At the end of every quarter, a girl or even a boy to whom this book visits, will turn into a white furry dog in the midnight of that day until the sun rises. He or she will continue to transform into a dog for three days. The curse will continue and anyone who will know about it will die… “Bridgette Arden”… This girl is the only person who can break this curse. A

“So how do we fight an enemy we don’t know?” “We fish him out.” Victor said. “Can’t be so hard.” He shrugged. The table looked at him and gave him that same silent nudging look. Victor smiled, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “OK y’all listen. In the past few decades, we have not heard any tale of rogue wolves or any wolf going rogue. We all heard the stories but assumed they were a myth. And then a week ago, a rogue wolf comes knocking on our doors. Not literally.” He added, putting a finger up as if to silence any interruption. “So let’s revisit what we know about rogues, shall we? We know that for a wolf to be cursed, they must commit an unpardonable crime that would piss of the mothe

"Eurydice, the creature you and Alcides encountered in the woods, the Furion Panther, is no ordinary beast. It is a cursed creature with a history of darkness and misfortune." Eurydice, her eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity, listened intently as Corvus continued. "The Furion Panther was once a majestic and noble creature, known for its beauty and grace. But it fell victim to a dark curse, one that twisted it into a creature of malevolence and rage." Corvus explained that the Furion Panther's curse was the result of a tragic event, one that had cast a shadow over its existence. He revealed the creature's history, a tale of betrayal and suffering that had led it down a path of

" Because it would still be a curse if you did. A curse is defined in many ways, but it all hurts you in some way, like an injury or a tormenting memory or even a feeling. " " So when you break the curse nothing bad caused by it must remain, which is why memory is changed?" " Yup. That's the only way for a curse to be fully broken." Towcs nodded. " You cursed a dog for 14 years right?" " 150 dogs years." Towcs shook his head as he corrected me. " And what happened to it?" " Died from old age with 80 different pains and diseases. This is all that's left of him." Towcs says as he shows me an old dog collar with the name spot on it.

Remembering made me shudder. He gave me a sharp look. "You heard them? Felt them?" "I - Yes, I think so." I stepped closer to him, suddenly afraid. I knew nothing about where I was. Leo placed his hands on my bare arms. "Those are the Cursed. They are creatures who turned their backs on Polonias and the goodness of the magic in the land. They are like the demons of your world. Some are desperate for a way out of the darkness, while others seek to pull unsuspecting travelers in. They are the cause of the Sickness." He shook his head. "Did you understand them?"

Immediately, Imogen identified it to be the dog she rescued, she knew the dog was mysterious ever since the day she found him but couldn’t figure out what exactly was mysterious about him. “What’s that?” she asked as she took few steps backward to be in the same pace as Oliver. Oliver walked on to him just as he noticed he was his missing friend. But why will he try to attack Imogen, since when he had known him, all he has wanted was protect the pack and the humans. He would never attack them. At the same time to his surprise, Imogen just lifted a part of his curse. She looked back at her to Brandon who seemed to have absolutely no hint of what Oliver just discovered. He also walked over to

Always dangerous. I knew what he meant. These rogues weren’t ordinary wolves. They were cursed, wild creatures who craved blood—human or wolf, it didn’t matter. They tore through packs like storms, leaving only chaos behind. They were monsters feared by all, marked by their distorted appearances and their ruthless tendency to target the most important members of every pack. And yes, under any other circumstance, I would have listened. But right now? Right now, none of it mattered. The only thing that mattered was saving the woman in my arms.

And the way she leaned her head just a fraction closer to me made my stomach turn. We walked down the line of beds where pups lay bundled in thin blankets, their little chests rising and falling weakly. My wolf stirred restlessly at the sight. They didn’t deserve this—the fevers, the coughing, the fatigue. Innocent lives suffering under a curse none of them asked for. Something has began making the pups sick. The elders saw they see a curse hovering over our kingdom, the goddess has been offended but the healers say it's a strange sickness that can be cured with proper research and time.