Cursed Thomas Wheeler Novels & Stories

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."

The man who went down found himself under the weight; when he scrambled up, Julliard looked and saw Thomas's foot pinned beneath the fallen beam. Thomas had shoved Julliard out of the way to keep Theo from being struck. He'd taken the brunt; his ankle was trapped under charred wood. The shove had put Julliard nearly at the exit—within a few strides. Julliard did not hesitate. He cradled Theo and ran. At the threshold, he turned. The face he showed Thomas held no pity. "You're the reason Theo was kidnapped. If you die here today, you deserve it." He glanced at the still-unconscious Theo, then pulled a pistol from his waist. He leveled it, voice flat. "Thomas… goodbye." He pulled the trigger.

“It’s a female, with a black coat and eyes as red as blood!” “What?” “What is it Frank, do you know her?” Darren and I are watching in silence and my mate holds me down by one hand. “So? Do you know her?” Vlad asked again, confusing. “If what you say is true there was only a wolf with these characteristics .... they called her the Cursed Alpha! But it’s impossible that it is her, she died many years ago!” “Are you sure?” Vlad said, confirming. “Yes, I ordered it and I saw her death with my own eyes!”

The dark realm that held the pack of every strong Alpha who paraded as a CEO or business tycoon in the human world. We got to the spot and Matteo gave me the ready look. "Are you ready?" He asked, twitching his neck slightly. I nodded. He pulled the round iron cover and exposed total darkness. I went in first and he followed. The pit was filled with steps that led to my pack in Velmoria. We were used to the steps so we didn't need any light. Plus we saw quite well in the darkness, thanks to the wolves. After the trail of steps, we came out of a bush in the pack. In the underworld, the wolves were still wide awake and walking around.

Most of the Vanguard warriors were fiercely, blindly loyal to Kaelen. But there was one—a bitter, low-level night sentry named Thomas who had been publicly demoted twice for massive gambling debts. He was desperate, hungry, and easily bought. I navigated the pitch-black corridors until I found him leaning lazily against the back iron gate, picking dirt out from under his fingernails with a dagger. "Sentry Thomas," I whispered, stepping out of the absolute darkness just enough for the torchlight to illuminate my face. The guard instantly stiffened, his hand flying to the heavy iron baton at his hip.

I rasped. "I don't buy the 'pushed' story," Thomas said, his blue eyes hard as he wrapped a pressure bandage around my forearm. "I’ve seen enough bruised ribs in this city to know who the predators are. If you’re running from a man like Nathan Durand, you probably have a damn good reason." Tears stung my eyes, hot and humiliating. "Thank you, Thomas." "Don't thank me yet." He moved to the armchair where Nathan’s heavy wool coat lay discarded. He reached into the pocket, pulled out a heavy key fob with a silver crest, and tossed it to me. "Take his car. Get out of Havenfall. Go."

At that very moment, a headline suddenly appeared on the screen. ‘‘Victor Wheeler, the President of the Wheeler family, had abandoned his wife and one of his daughters, and he had even been responsible for the deaths of his in-laws. Additionally, he was the one responsible for the death of Karl Smith. How much more heartless could Victor Wheeler be?’’ My back straightened in shock.

“He’s the Alpha right now.” Liam roared once more. Thomas collapsed completely. Blood trickled from his nose. Samuel whispered, “Adrian…” “Yes?” “Is he killing him?” Adrian looked down at Thomas. “…Almost.” Thomas gasped weakly. “You… can’t let a baby kill me…” Adrian crouched beside him. “Why not?” Thomas coughed. “I can help you.” Adrian raised an eyebrow. “How?” Thomas whispered desperately, “White wolves attract enemies.”

Pirates are sickling in relating with. Why are you saying this Sorcerer?, I thought you prefer staying here. And if you don't like this place, why did you decide to help them by forming the Black Cults again to kill he Viper? Are you not... Thomas, he called my name and said, I have relatives here but the only thing that can make me to take this place as my permanent resident is if the Curse Of Tortuga get revoked. You can see why happened that night when you were almost gone. Also the resurrection of Viper is something else.

“You’re going to tell us everything. Who hired you, why they wanted my parents dead, and what else you know about their plans. And if you cooperate, I might let you live to see sunrise.” Thomas broke after another ten minutes of threats and Gabriel’s increasingly creative descriptions of what he planned to do to him. The confession came tumbling out all at once. “It was the Alpha of Stormhollow,” he sobbed. “He said the Ashclaw pack was getting too powerful. He paid me fifty thousand to make it look like an accident.” “What else?” “That’s all, I swear. I cut the brake lines and left.” “Bullshit.” Gabriel grabbed Thomas by the shirt and hauled him upright. “There’s more. What about the girl?”