Cursed Wof Ships Novels & Stories

I growled out, turning to him, "No one can wield Adzar. It is not force that can be wielded. Even if it foretells the illusion of it. No one can control it. It was not meant to be controlled. They will burn both our worlds if they do not stop." "Can it be stopped?" Mother echoed, her gaze on the creature, she seemed out of it, "Look at it. It watches us like it understands us. How many of these...these things did it take to slaughter a whole ship? How many have escaped into our lands already and have poisoned our forests? How many more ships of humans are traveling across the turbulent seas seeking refuge in Valacane, but harboring this curse within their midst?" she huffed, "The curse is al

'Cursed wolf.' Everywhere went deafening silent the moment someone in the crowd had uttered that statement and Tristan had halted on his track. Tristan clenched his fist with his eyes closed, trying to control the rage he felt. The people worried as they looked amongst themselves, trying to fish out who had muttered that word to avoid being killed for they knew Tristan wrath and he didn't waste time in getting rid of anyone who dared him. Cursed from birth, Tristan had to suffer the hereditary curse passed down to him because of the sins of his father.

It wasn't the hum of the 'Legion,' and it wasn't the song of the 'Saints. It was a mechanical roar. A fleet of modern, iron-clad warships was appearing on the horizon, bearing a flag Panni had never seen: A white lotus crushed by a black gear. "The Third Family," Vera whispered, her terror genuine now. "The Engineers. They didn't want the 'Silence' or the 'Fire.' They just wanted the Energy." A single, massive shell whistled through the air, striking the black junk and turning it into a fireball.

A smile formed on my face again, “I missed you too, Ava.” She could not help but smile sheepishly, her face turned red. “Anyway, what is the real story behind those two. The two women with you.” “ it's as I told you. Casie is the captain of our ship, Joffery had her take me away. But that took a dark run when we were abducted by pirates from an island.” Ava seemed interested, “What is this island about? We were on an island too. They were rogues and..” She said and suddenly paused.

The pieces clicked together and I felt cold all over. “The Lunar binding curse.” I said aloud. I’d only read about it once in an old dusty journal from the Pack's old library six years ago. The Lunar binding curse was a rare and almost-forgotten curse that chained a werewolf to their beast form during the full moon. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The curse gave off a scent that attracted all sorts of cursed creatures, rogues, shadow-walkers and any predator drawn to destruction. Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my arms so I looked down to see him trembling, like a man trapped inside a monster’s shell.

Still, I couldn't imagine any of the werewolves of the Dark Crescent Moon pack could be this cruel toward the creatures of the ocean, the very element that had been protecting our pack from the whole world. From the corner of Carie's eyes, we watched Loid growling in anger as he stepped out of the car. Before he could come near, Carie wagged her tail hard and hit the captain where the sun didn't shine. Clutching onto his balls, the Captain fell on the ground, groaning in pain.

But the moment of triumph didn’t last long. “I hate to be the bearer of ill news,” Elder Roth said suddenly, setting his goblet down with a grave look. His white beard quivered slightly as he leaned over the map. “But there remain three southern packs yet untouched. And those…” he paused, casting a glance around the room, “those are cursed.” Silence fell like a guillotine. “Cursed?” I repeated, my voice low. Dangerous. “Their Alpha Kings are bound by blood pacts, ancient black magic. Even if you go in with all your armies, Damien, the magic will devour your wolves before they reach the gates.”

“ It was the curse he got for betraying his fated mate.” I watch as the children shake in fear like I did the first time she told me the story of the forbidden Alpha. My Mom is a babysitter, and the children like hearing her very scary stories at noon before they get picked up by their parents. The little pups are asleep in the living room, while those from three years and above are circled in our very spacious porch. “She was his fated mate. People believed that she was banished from the pack for murdering her whole family.” Cassie chips in and I roll my eyes away, fighting back the urge to click my tongue. The story is old, false and getting boring.

Meeting: Rowling stood at the bow of the ship watching the cliff as the pulled into Raven’s Peak two other ships trailed behind him. Rowling's ship was a deep dark cherrywood, he had liked the cherry color of it because it reminded him of blood stained wood. He wanted the fear aspect to be in everything he did. His sails were a deep dark blood red and his personal flag was white with a sword hanging above a headless man’s body. He even named the ship Trepidation. It was written on the side of the ship in deep dark bold letters.

I had to stay focused, to remain strong and aloof, and not let these Alphas know how I truly felt. As I entered the mansion, I was greeted by a butler who led me to a grand room. And there, standing before me were the three Alphas who were vying for my hand. Their scents swirled around me, each one distinct and powerful. My wolf was screaming "mate" in my head, as if urging me to claim them all at once.