Cursed Thomas Wheeler Novels & Stories

but Thalia always had a firm belief, that she never wronged anyone, the curse that she got was simply unethical and she didn’t deserve to suffer like this yet now all her credence and faith was being blown up into smithereens. Carter, of course, didn’t wait, instead, he loomed over her covering her body with his“ Do you know how hard it was for me? Hmm, sugar?” He repositioned her head so that she was looking at his face again, right in those eyes that held nothing but blame and accusations “ Now that you have remembered this little feud of ours, I don’t need to hide that the reason my wolf is a savage is all because of you. F*cked up in the head, you called me? No, that wasn’t the correct w

More tragedy awaits her from that moment, since those who were after her couldn't harm her in anyway, because of an unknown. Natalie knew who were after her and needed to keep watch over them. It happens that she found a new company who haunter paranormals and they were the W-nightmares, they helped in protecting her from the moon chasers; her previous working company. Well to be accepted here, she needed to crack a deal that could possibly ruin her image in the society but she was ready for an outcome as long as it puts her on track as a hunter. The leader of this group was Zak, he was a werewolf too but against he folks, however no one had an idea about him.

I let out a short laugh, remembering the first time I found out that Crebreus was mad, I drank wolfsbane to try to put him into a deep sleep. He was NOT happy when he woke up. [Gave ME hell.] Cerberus grunted at me. "Maybe that's why you lost your wolf?" Willa tilted her head, twisting her fingers with an anxious tone. I knew she wanted to help, but Crebreus was cursed. Curses can't be cured. "No...I lost my wolf before that, but I could still get poisoned by wolfsbane." "Ohh..." Willa sighed with such disappointment in her eyes, and I felt my heart ache at her sorrow.

I ran into Valen on my way down. "Miss Nash," he bowed his head to me, mocking me as you would bow to an Alpha. "Mr. Douche," I bowed back. "Hey, Bennet and Martel aren't back yet, are they?" He stopped half-turning to hear my answer. "I don't know. I haven't seen them." That means they haven't checked in yet, either. That can't be good. I skipped stopping at the kitchen and went to the library. I opened the open case files for Matice and Oliver. They were going after Donald Montenegro. He was a big arms dealer both in human and supernatural weapons. He was not an easy target. How were they sent alone for that? I printed the last known office address for his shell corporation and headed to D

I asked no one in particular. But until that question was answered, I wouldn't believe that I'm not as cursed as Caleb rumoured me to be. "I thought about this too so I went back to check the body of the very last wolf that died. The others have all been buried, except this one." This was one thing I loved about Cyrus. He always had proof to back up his discoveries and hopefully, his proof this time will prove that I wasn't cursed. "What did you find out?" I asked him, eager to hear of his discovery.

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.