Cursed Wof Ships Novels & Stories

Tristan wanted to curse the world. Had he not been too taken away by that damn noble, he would’ve caught the cruise ship before it sailed off from the port. There’d been no longer cruise ships arriving on the harbor that day, as the next one would arrive in two days. So Tristan had no other choice but to ride the pettiest and stinky ship he had ever been. It was the only ship that would sail in that hour. And Tristan could not afford to wait any longer.

"We have a situation at the southern border outposts. Three hours ago, a fleet of dreadnoughts breached the southern mist-barrier of our territorial waters. They do not fly the banners of the southern rogue factions, nor do they carry the sigils of any known shifter pack on this continent." Aurelia stepped forward, her golden eyes narrowing. "Commander, describe their ships." "They're enormous, of petrified black mahogany, reinforced with crimson steel," Marcus reported, jaw clenched. "Their sails are pitch black, woven with blood-red crests depicting a serpent coiled around a eclipsed sun. They have dropped anchor in the Bay of Whispers, and their envoy is already marching up the King's Roa

“But not the only one.” “What else?” “Whispers,” I replied. “Whispers that someone opened the old vaults in the southern ranges. The ones sealed after the war.” He whistled low. “If that’s true…” “It means the curses aren’t buried. They’re waking.” He nodded grimly. “Then we’ll need more than just swords.” I looked at the stars overhead. Clear, cold. “No,” I said. “We’ll need faith. In each other. In what we’re building.” Behind us, ahead of us, the dark waited.

Wendy continued the story as she flipped through the pages of the old book in her hands. “Where were the vessels kept? Maybe we can go there and find it and summon it back into it's vessel” Gabriel suggested. “The vessel was kept in the school’s reliquary and now it is stolen by God knows who and we’ve been doing everything to find it but all leads traces back to students of the Oscar’s academy and no one in particular. What if the other demons are released? There’s going to be a bigger problem” Wendy said as she looked frustrated from all the problems bombarding almost at the same time.

Jamal asked shakily. "Sit down back and stay silent till he finishes" Abu ordered. Jamal slowly sank back into his seat while Forbes continued. "He was cursed by Naja a winter witch because of his mother and my wrongdoings to the witch, he was cursed to be emotionless" Forbes paused, trying not to break down before the council. "We searched endlessly for a cure but could not find one until now, unfortunately the cure happened to be A Sheba, the witch's daughter"

“So how do we fight an enemy we don’t know?” “We fish him out.” Victor said. “Can’t be so hard.” He shrugged. The table looked at him and gave him that same silent nudging look. Victor smiled, rubbing his hands together eagerly. “OK y’all listen. In the past few decades, we have not heard any tale of rogue wolves or any wolf going rogue. We all heard the stories but assumed they were a myth. And then a week ago, a rogue wolf comes knocking on our doors. Not literally.” He added, putting a finger up as if to silence any interruption. “So let’s revisit what we know about rogues, shall we? We know that for a wolf to be cursed, they must commit an unpardonable crime that would piss of the mothe

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

The Concordia, Twelve Hundred Years Before The bow of the ship was carved into the shape of a ferocious bare-breasted woman, her sharply pointed vampire teeth displayed by a savage snarl and her twisting hair blowing out around her in exquisite detail. “She is beautiful,” Sigrid exclaimed in awe looking up as their rowboat skirted the boat. “I did not see her… Or was it another ship?” She looked at the other ships anchored in the bay around them. Like ant-trails across the water, the rowboats transporting passengers and supplies wove through the waves to the other vessels.

Mom's gasp tells me everything before I even look down at my paws. They're red. Blood red. Not the beautiful silver I'd hoped for, or even the common brown or black. My fur is the color of freshly spilled blood, gleaming like rubies in the moonlight. Ancient stories flash through my mind, tales whispered around pack bonfires about cursed wolves with fur like blood who brought death and destruction to their packs. "Oh, Goddess," Mom whispers again, but this time I hear real terror in her voice. She backs away from me, hand covering her mouth. "James! Bar the windows!"

As I walked back to carry out my duties for the day. The walk back to the shed felt longer than ever. The sun was higher now, shining down on the pack grounds, but I felt nothing but cold. This wasn't the treatment that anyone deserved. But deep down, I had not fully given up. I knew that if there was one person whom I could convince about what I'd seen, maybe they could take it to the alpha and he would believe them. He wasn't listening to me because to him, I wasn't worth being listened to. I was cursed and more worthless to him than even the most wretched servants. I sighed. My wolf was completely sober and disappointed. We had hoped for the best. W had hoped that this one time, we would