Cursed Thomas Wheeler Novels & Stories

"If memory serves me correctly, it happened late one winter night, right after my parents received a large sum of money to track down this big-shot alpha that was beginning to dwell in corrupt deeds." "Corrupt?" I repeated in confusion. "What do you mean?" "He was beginning to help rogues kill innocents." Thomas responded, his voice dropping an octave in disgust. At his words, I felt my heart clench painfully. How the hell could a decent wolf even think of doing something like that? Killing innocents is absolutely unheard of. Hell, we didn't even kill innnocent game. "This guy apparently got wind of what my parents were hired to do, so he sent an army of wendigos to take care of us." Thomas

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

And this is your destiny,’’ pointed the woman. ‘’ I, Theia, as the witch of Artesia, curse you, whoever you will love, will die. And this is the punishment for your sins of killing my daughter.’’ ‘’ No…no… you can’t do this No.’’ I shouted as much as possible, but the witch and her daughter disappeared in front of my eyes right away. Where did they disappear to? What’s up with the curse? What did she say? Before I could think darkness swallowed me.

“I wanted to apologize for whatever I had done to you, your pack and your family. I am sorry.” My eyes were any second near before shredding tears. The most ruthless and tyrant alpha was apologizing. “I know what I have done is unforgivable and haven’t think of you to forgive me ether. I wanted you to know that it was not you, it’s me. it’s always been me who was not worthy enough of a mate to you. I am…” he looked lost for words. “I am cursed. Whatever, whoever comes nears me, gets nothing except hurt and pain. I am a mess.” He said finally.

He almost makes it back to their cave, when some men come out of the bushes and point their guns at him. “Thought you could get away from us; you’re our most valuable test subject,” the malignant man smiled. Angel was scared senseless; a bead of sweat formed on his brow and ran down his cheek. He didn’t know what to do. Drake was still in the town, so he wouldn’t be back for a while. The malignant man just smiled some more, “If you’re wondering about your friend, I believe he should be back sometime soon. Maybe we can use him in our experiments as well.” Angel shook his head, “No Zieff you can’t. I’ll go, just leave him alone.” Zieff had a clever smile cross his face. He waved for one of the

“I know you did everything for Melinda and your unborn child.” She reached over and took my hand, clasping it firmly. “Melinda is lucky to have found a mate like you, Keith. If only….” She sighed, and her expression deflated, tears gleaming in her eyes, “If I could break the curse binding the three of you by sacrificing my life, I would have done it in the blink of an eye… But….” Her voice trailed off and she gazed into the space with an empty expression. The curse of the three mates had been haunting the werewolves for generations. Despite trying all sorts of ways and methods; no one had managed to figure out a way around it.

It has been from one problem to another. "Indeed, I was a curse," I mumbled bitterly to myself with a painful smile. I sobbed till there weren't any more tears coming out, I felt numb and tired. I wasn't given any food or water, I was just kept like the curse that I was but was only visited when needed to be tortured. The whole pack members seek my death and I know there is no way out this time around. I was still in pain when the door opened revealing the demon Lucien who was carried inside in his wheelchair by his guards.

"She's cursed, she's cursed, she's cursed! I felt like I'd gotten the wind sucked out of me, that he had reached in and sucked everything from my insides out. The words cut deep, and a part of me couldn't help but wonder one question: Was it me? Am I cursed to have people around me die under these circumstances that are so mysterious? “She killed Cormac! She doesn’t deserve our alpha.” And then came the mention of Cormac's name, another wave of pain with the utterance of it, for that wound was raw and their words salt in it. The crowd began to chant, a rising cry to make Elwes check again: "Check again! Check again!" they were calling, faces twisted with disgust. Ryker slowly rose, a calm vo

Meanwhile, someone took advantage of the chaos and swiped Wells Corporation's top-secret files. Not too long before that, Tracy had lost her battle with stomach cancer. The shock was too much for Richard, and he died, just like that. That left Thomas all alone to run the company. However, he was in over his head, and before long, the business tanked. Then he was on the run, dodging a mountain of debt. Natasha's cheeks ballooned with scorn. "He got what was coming to him." I gave her cheek a playful squeeze. "I stopped worrying about his drama ages ago."

"Absolutely. These crimes are unforgivable—if we don't take him down, we'd be betraying humanity. And if we can seize his tools… even better." Thomas glanced at Sharon. "What do you think?" Sharon nodded. "People like him deserve anything you do to them. If something happens, it's on me." With Sharon's approval, Thomas slammed the accelerator. The livestream exploded. [I know who Thomas's talking about. He was in international news years ago! Didn't expect he'd still be around.] [Thomas, crush those scum! We back you!] [Wendy said Thomas gets a bonus per overturned car. Let's tip her so Thomas can punish these monsters!]