Cursed Thomas Wheeler Novels & Stories

“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!”

“Please... my... Lord...! Don’t... do... this...!” Somehow Thomas knew it was his end. “You have failed me!” Said the other Thomas. “I’ll take care of everything personally…!” Then his body began to burn, wrapped in flames, and causing a terrifying scream of pain. Outside, Mark and Mulligan heard the scream and ran to open the door to enter. It was locked and they began to beat it hard with their bodies to open it. On the third attempt they succeeded and entered. Thomas was standing next to the table, watching them with a smile on his lips, and with what looked like a pile of ashes on the table and floor. They ordered him to sit down again; when they saw he didn’t have the handcuffs, they dr

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.

He forced himself to his feet and tripped, falling back onto the ground like an anvil, too weak and too wounded to get up. The sounds of sirens and helicopters filled the air. In not less than a second, he was surrounded by a lot of cops who were pointing torches at his face. A helicopter was flying over the clearing, blowing wind on their bodies. Thomas howled in pain and shifted back into his human form, naked and bleeding. The cops handcuffed him without wasting time. "Thomas, aka the claw killer, you are under arrest for killing a lot of innocent wolves and for illegally selling organs.” One of the cops said as he locked the handcuffs around his wrist.

"I saw him in my memory. He was there the night Silvercrest fell. Working for Marcus. The rescue, the torture, all of it was fake." "Where is he now?" "Healer's room. Recovering from his supposed injuries." We found Thomas lying in bed, bandages covering his torso. He looked up when we entered and something flickered in his eyes. Fear maybe. Or guilt. "Thomas," Damon said calmly. "We need to talk." "About what, Alpha?" "About Silvercrest. About the night you helped massacre an entire pack." Thomas tried to deny it but I stepped forward. "I saw your face. Younger but unmistakable. You were there following Marcus's orders, killing my people, burning my home."

"Just make sure Cassie is taken care of. Leave the Duncan boy to me." Turning around, Will looked at the newcomer with awe. It was Thomas, the renowned miracle doctor who had once mentored him. Aware of Thomas's poor health, Will expressed concern. "Mr. Theo, you're not in good shape. Maybe you should rest." Thomas glanced at Will and gently dismissed his concerns, "I'm aware of my limits. Today, I'm willing to risk it all, even if it means fighting the Grim Reaper for him." ***** The hospital was in an uproar, and Zobber was far from safe herself.

After staying silent for a long time, Thomas said in a low voice, “I’ll get Coleman Corporation once again and take good care of it.” “I understand that you’re being ambitious. But after years of scheming to ruin Coleman Corporation, you now want to rebuild it again. Do you think this is a game? Do you think this is a playhouse?” Alaric was in disbelief. He could not believe this was the reason why Thomas went missing all these years.

“Thomas is in the square. He has the script. He gave me a preview and he’s very loud.” “Good. Tell him to start.” I move back to the window. Thomas is a professional agitator. Hollis found him in a tavern near the border. He has a voice like a foghorn and the moral compass of a feral cat. I paid him ten gold pieces to stand on a crate and scream that Kieran is mentally unstable, that he sent Alexei away to sell pack secrets to Redmaw, and that the grain surplus is actually poisoned. It’s crude, yes. But fear is a crude instrument.

Fuck, it was hard because my babygirl loved and trusted this madman. I exhaled hard through my nose and shoved him back against the wall one last time before releasing him. I watched him cough and sputter. “You know, Zella's going to hear about this-” “Do that and I'll do worse things to you,” I hissed. “Your saving grace is Zella, Carmichael, but that grace will expire because there's a line and I know you're going to fucking cross it.” “We used to drink wine together, you shit head,” Thomas wheezed. “Can't believe you could ever treat me like this. All for what? A couple of billion dollars that you can afford?”