Cursed Transformers Novels & Stories

Terrius awkwardly pointed at the cursed mothers. " I doubt I can answer all your questions, but ask anyway. " " Are they four humans fused together or a being that was transformed in this way? " " Based on my intel, they are transformed this way." " How reliable is it? Because from what I see here I can't believe it is a transformation." " Well, my intel did come from the daughters of the cursed victims who watched the transformation firsthand." " How horrid! How are they fairing?" " Doing well under the care of their families but very eager for their mothers to be cured."

Too— Weak. Alpha Derek of Edgeland leans forward, voice cutting. “Maybe if you focused more on finding the source of the curse rather than believing in some prophecy, you’d be able to heal your bloodlines.” The air turns volatile instantly. Gavin’s chair scrapes. “She will come,” he insists, voice shaking with restrained fury. “I don’t think you realize how much I’ve done to try to figure out what the problem is.” Alpha energy begins to press outward, thick and dangerous.

"What kind of catastrophe?" "My great-grandfather tried," Cassian said, his voice heavy with grief. "He found his mate, but during the ritual to seal the bond, something went wrong. His mate died, and he was driven into an even deeper, darker curse for the rest of his days. His transformations became more violent, more frequent." Adrian went pale as the reality of the story sank in. "And you’re afraid the same thing will happen to me." "Yes," Cassian admitted, his eyes welling with unshed tears. "Adrian, I can’t risk losing you. I would rather live with this torment forever, knowing you are safe, than lose you to a failed bond."

My eyes involuntarily found Eleazar and he was only looking at her, no change in demeanor whatsoever. What wasn’t he perturbed by this? Do I not terrify him? Does the possibility of me being some error in creation not send chills down his spine? Or was he simply good at hiding it? “The god of the underworld was implored to make weapons of war during the werewolf rampage days. He created the most efficient, most ruthless curse out of the darkness of a moonless night. They aged slower, healed faster, sharper senses, killed without hesitation and their powers were beyond what the world could keep. So they were destroyed after they restored order to the world, by halting their ability to reprodu

And his voice exploded through the night. “ATTACK THEM!” The forest responded first. Dark shapes crawled from the shadows. Eyes glowing red in the black. The cursed hunters. Twisted men and women baring fangs and claws dripping with venom from the curse he controlled. They bowed instantly. “As you command, Master.” The air filled with growls and bloodlust. Cole swore loudly. “Not this again.” Yance shoved him backward. “Stand guard near Bam. Cristof can’t keep protecting her alone.” Cristof had already transformed halfway, his fangs long, eyes burning with ancient fury. He wanted to tear Lance to pieces. But seeing me in that monster’s arms kept him frozen between rage and fear.

The next morning, I cannot still tell or link what he was talking about. What did it mean? It sounded personal like he was remembering a traumatic experience. He was talking to his father and he mentioned something about the other one being cursed. What did that even mean? As far as I know, Cult and Jack are the only two cursed werewolves that I am aware of. Does he have a cursed brother? I ask myself as I watch the intruders filing up, I think they are doing some training as I watch them from upstairs.

Ethereal Warbringer spread five fingers, an infinitely huge Eternity Arch was slightly visible, countless glittering seals were visible, and layers of small Eternity Arch were directly visible in that giant Eternity Arch. That Legendary Strategist, one after another, ran through the small Eternity Arch one after the other, running towards this side. Cursed Sanctuary outside. A sparkling ripple, Tadhg Walter directly appeared from the void within. "This is the Cursed Sanctuary, destroy it for me!" Tadhg Walter looked at the Cursed Sanctuary below, a cold ring flashed in his eyes, his body flashed, and a little changed into a ten-thousand-thousand-tths-long giant, the terrifying Ice Ghost gian

"The curse isn't from my mother. Well, it was gotten through her but it wasn't from her. A greater force made her do it. But, what force is it?" "It doesn't make too much sense," Rendall said and Helia nodded in agreement. "Yes, it doesn't. If the curse isn't from my mother, then who is it from and why did the person curse Khron and Wulfe?" ******************** "Where are they?" Alpha Janus thundered as soon as a warrior walked into his room. "We haven't found them," the warrior replied and Alpha Janus snarled at him. "What do you mean? There are so many of you searching for two were-creatures. The other is just a female and you're telling me this? Are you all warriors or losers?"

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

Ethan clutched his head in despair, his voice raspy as he said, "It's not like that, Amelia. Please believe me. I've always loved you and Heidi. I never thought something like this would happen. I really—" "Shut up!" I interrupted him, my rage burning, "How dare you say you loved us? If you really loved us, this wouldn't have happened! You're nothing but a hypocrite and a scumbag!" He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with hurt as he endured my fury. Then, he pleaded, his voice filled with deep remorse and despair. "Amelia, go ahead and hit me, cuss at me. It's all my fault. I'm responsible for Heidi's death..."