Novel & Cerita Cursed Thomas Wheeler

“Losing the Ashton family can cost us tens of billions, all because you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” “I had high hopes for you, Luke. I thought you would be the next grand patriarch of this family. Luckily, you showed us you aren’t fit for that position before it was too late.” He paused a little as the crowd anticipates his next sentence. The hall was dead silent, with everyone focused. Connor continued, “As the grand patriarch of the Von Aleister family, I hereby declare this Union cursed.” Luke stood in utter disgrace as cold sweat drips from his beard, his face was darkened with sorrow and his heart was boiling with anger. He looked around for Kenny, but it seemed like Kenny had left

They erased Aiden's memory and the Darcs left the coven and never looked back. "You killed the father figure you had left. You killed your sister. You killed your family. I told your father you are cursed and would bring doom to our lives but he vagued for you. But where is he now?", His deep voice said at the background and he zoomed on the face of Mr Vahemir, the woman in the limbo and Mateo before I burnt the car. "I guess that was why Mateo hated you. He knew you were doom. The prophecy said so but yet you were ordinated as the heir", he thrust the knives deeper.

Once each new crescent, and my strength explodes with little care of what it destroys. The gate groaned as it was slowly opened, and a mouldy piece of bread was thrown at my feet. A pitiful gesture to the monster they’d been conditioned to see me as. My father, the infamous Alpha had thrown me in the dephts of the Seven Tower Gate, a prison inside the Organization’s clutches. To the world, Opal had died – a lie spun out of thin air to keep their eyes and ears away. The truth was far less heartwrenching- I was the result of a witch’s curse, a hex cast on my mother, the woman my father murdered when he destroyed Beacon Hill City. The curse had distorted my fate, making me a threat to anyone I

Thomas agreed to any form of payment. The witch gave Thomas the opportunity to change human’s and hunters into werewolves by bite. In exchange for this, Thomas had to give up his mate bond with Shyla and mark the witch. Thomas took the deal, thinking he could outrun the witch. He had managed to run for five years with Shyla until the witch found him and killed Shyla. She placed Thomas into a deep sleep, his mind awake for eternity while he grieves for his lost mate…”

It has been a thousand years now and many third month of the full moon had passed but I was yet to meet the destined one. I opened my eyes which was filled with agony. My heart felt heavy from the burden I had been carrying for thousands of years. I regretted the day I had killed that innocent man thinking he was responsible for the death of my parents. What I didn’t know was the man had been cursed and whoever killed him would be the new host of the curse. Being able to live for thousands of years might be the longing of many wolves but not me as I was tired of repeating the same cycle over and over again.

She howled, picking me up from the bench by my sore arm. “I don’t really have a choice here..” I shot back, trying to keep my tone very low. “You think you can change him? I have been here longer than anyone else and I will tell you the truth. You can’t stay here with that man!” I swallowed the lump in my throat and slowly pulled my hand away from hers, “why not?” I asked and she scoffed. “Jordan is cursed! There’s a beast living within him and he won’t tell you this because he wants to trap you here and drain the life out of you until you have absolutely nothing to live for!”

Dodge tried to keep the smirk off his face, not failing to hear Thomas’ venomous words, but how he implied it made his own flames start to stir; Dodge made no move towards the two friends, buckling the last of his bags as Cassidy stepped up towards Thomas. “What the Hell is wrong you, Thomas?” She spat back, drawing Mateo’s attention away from the smoldering ashes; the boy instantly hoping everything would be okay. “Me?” Thomas raised his own voice, throwing his hands up before pointing a judgmental finger towards her; his thoughts lingered back to Abilene. “Silias is still after our ass because your cockyness! You cheated Cassidy! You cheated and he’s comin’ and you know it!” Cassidy let he

"It's me, Thomas. How did you find this number?" "I've been searching since you disappeared. Called in every favour, followed every lead. The pack... Elena, it's bad. Damien's led us to near bankruptcy. We might lose everything your father built." "Tell me everything." Thomas outlined the catastrophe. Failed investments, alienated allies, mounting debts. Damien's leadership had been a disaster, compounded by Sophia's expensive tastes and manipulations. "Some of us think he's been cursed," Thomas said. "Nothing goes right since... since that night."

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."