Cursed Thomas Wheeler Novels & Stories

I don't know where they are heading but I have to follow them regardless. They arrived in a cabin and what happened next surprised me. He started laying Rhea's body inside his bed. And I would say that this place is far from the modern world. I think they have not adopted modern technology yet. "That guy you see is the former Alpha of the Crescent Pack. His name is Atlas and although he seems to be normal, that man is a half vampire. He started to lose control of his powers and killed many people which is why he was being punished by the Moon Goddess. He left his pack along with his loyal supporters.

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."

The Alpha stepped outside, and the murmurs quieted. “Grimhowl, I know this is a difficult time, but I ask you to be calm and patient while we get to the bottom of this,” he said. “How can we be calm when the killer is standing right there? Breathing!” someone shouted, pointing at me. Whispers erupted again. “We are still investigating,” the Alpha said firmly. “Until it’s confirmed, Rhea is not the killer.” “But she clearly is!” “She’s cursed!” “Kill her before she kills us!”

My voice was rough. “A few hours, Your Majesty,” Veyra said, eyes flicking to my hand. “You called for him in your sleep, and when I brought him—” I turned to her, narrowing my eyes. “You what?” “I… I brought him,” she stammered, her voice shaking. “Zeke. The thief. He came and… the curse held. For a while.” My gaze narrowed, ice cold. “Why would I call for him? He is nothing.”

A man was standing behind me, his hand over mine, forcing my fingers to turn the iron wheel. I turned my head to see his face. It wasn't Julian. It wasn't Lucien. It was Thomas. "You’re doing great, Elowen," Thomas whispered in the memory, his smile identical to the one he had given me in the dining room an hour ago. "When the fire starts, Lucien will come for you. He’ll think he’s saving the broken little bird. And while he’s distracted playing the hero, Casper and I will take the Vane trust across the border. You just need to forget everything until we come back for the harvest."

The forest, the wolf murmured. Darius nodded slowly. “The curse awakens when the royal bloodline grows too proud, and we all know you are so adamant about doing the needful.” Silence filled the room in that instant. Finally, Kaelen asked, “What stops it?” Darius looked directly at him. “There is only one solution.” Kaelen didn’t like the sound of that. Darius continued. “The Alpha heir must unite the bloodline with the one race we rejected.” Kaelen already knew where this was going.

“Your fate is sealed, Thomas. There’s nothing you can do. Cassandra and the child will die.” Thomas drops to his knees. “Please… it was a mistake. I shouldn’t have married Meridith. I should’ve fought for Cassandra. Then maybe—” “It was always going to happen.” The woman cuts him off. “All of this. You can’t escape it.” She tilts her head, a smirk playing on her lips. “Don’t you remember me, Thomas? Years before you were born, I visited your mother. Told her the same thing—the curse placed by the witches before me. I can’t reverse it. We thought *you* were the threat, the Destroyer. But no. You’ll birth him instead.”

"He deserves to lose everything like I've lost everything." "Mrs. Wright, I'm so sorry for your loss. But Crane lied to you." I pull out the documents Jake prepared for us, evidence of Thomas's relationship with Crane's companies. "Your husband was working for Richard Crane, stealing from Cross Enterprises on Crane's orders. Derek didn't know until the investigation uncovered it." Helen looks at the documents, her hands shaking. "No. Thomas wouldn't—he was a good man—" "He was also an addict," I say gently. "Gambling debts that he couldn't pay. Crane offered him a way out in exchange for helping sabotage Cross Enterprises."

"The fault line is stable. The bridge is gone." Thomas looked at Sarah, who was now quiet in Elena’s arms. "She’s the future, Elena. Don't let them... don't let them turn her into a machine." "We won't," Killian promised, his voice thick with emotion. "The Covenant is signed, Thomas. No more secrets." Thomas Vance, the man who had lived a hundred lives in the shadows of the "Forbidden" fire, closed his eyes for the last time. He died not as a tycoon or a monk, but as an engineer who had finally fixed his greatest mistake.

Sienna leaned forward and said, “Apart from living under the same roof for a few weeks, I don’t know much about Alaric. I can’t see how there is something related to my life that Alaric has kept a secret from me.” “Two years ago a witch cursed Alaric that he would die the moment he consummates his relationship with his mate. You are his soulmate, Sienna….” Sienna held her stomach and burst out laughing, “A witch had cursed him… really… you should have come up with something more realistic…” Aunt Sue waved her hand and the glass of water raised into the air and flew to her hand. Taking a sip of water she asked, “What will you say now?”