Cursed Wolf Novels & Stories

I burst through a tree line into a clearing and skid to a stop. There, in the center of the open space, stands a massive black wolf. Larger than any wolf except one. Valerian. But his eyes are wrong. Not gold like they should be. Crimson instead, completely crimson from edge to edge. The curse has returned with a vengeance. He doesn't recognize me and I can see it in his blank, feral stare. Around him, his pack has backed away in a defensive circle. They're trembling with fear of their own alpha.

I don’t know how to explain what it felt like but it feels as if she is a poison I shouldn’t have. It pisses me off that they red wolves dared to attack me. I step out of my room and slowly watch if any of my father’s intruders are guarding his office. The moment I see that it’s free, I enter and walk towards his safe where he keeps his very prized possession. A cursed weapon that can kill any wolf with one strike, it spreads through the blood like a curse until the wolf has nothing left for it to feast on. If it is used against a werewolf that is cursed, the curse will cancel out.

She said as she looked into his eyes, which were shining with gray, and they kept looking at each other "You won't eat me, are you a werewolf or are you a cursed wolf?" Cursed wolves are those who can no longer return to their human form “Well obviously you won't eat me, let me go home, because my stepmother will kill me.” She tried to go, but she was surprised by the wolf standing in front of her again, and she looked at him in surprise. “Do you want a favor from me? Believe me, I am the last person who can help you.”

Its fur was a matted, unnatural black, and its eyes glowed with a sickly, unnatural green. It’s eyes roamed over my body with hunger. Avery! She wanted me dead! She thought that I had been lucky to survive the first curse, but now, there was no way I could survive. My first instinct was to run, but the cursed wolf was fast, faster than anything I’d ever faced. It was an Alpha wolf, I couldn’t defeat it. I barely managed to dodge as it lunged toward me, its jaws snapping just inches from my face. I stumbled back, struggling to keep my footing as I frantically tried to recall any defenses, any weakness this creature might have.

“Eryx. What are they?” He stared. Jaw tightening. “Children of old bloodlines,” he said. “Cursed wolves. Forgotten. Betrayed. They recognize your awakening, and they will not stop.” Luther moved closer. His hand firm on her shoulder. “Then we fight.” The cursed wolves circled. Low growls rolled through the clearing. Muscles rippled beneath fur matted with ancient scars. One lunged first. Jaws wide. Claws raking air. Luther met it mid-leap. Shifted partially. Fangs bared. Claws sank into the beast’s shoulder. He twisted. Threw it aside. Bone cracked against a tree trunk.

However, those were only her thoughts. "Cursed wolves should hide from others, especially from royal wolves. From ranks such as Alpha, beta, theta, delta, and gamma. Cursed wolves are cursed at birth, which means that even if they wish to, they can't erase the curse. However, if they want to, they can seek the assistance of witches in order to betray the eyes of others by bewitching their marks. But it will not be long before everyone knows about it. So when their wolves return, they will come out as wild and dangerous." Jennifer did not continue reading over the halfway point. She was unable to pull her gaze away from the book and asked,

“A cursed wolf is a bad omen. My wolf can wipe out the entire pack because it doesn't understand senses or emotions. The only thing it craves is blood.” “There must be a cure, right?” He forces a tight smile on his lips. “I can't be cured, Hailey.” “Nothing in this world can cure a cursed wolf. The Moon Goddess sent us without mates because we're so wild that we might end up killing our mates.” My head is spinning. He is in a worse situation than mine but standing so strong. “You know the rumor…” He rises to his feet, walks over to the lamp table next to the bed, opens the first drawer, and takes out the white first aid kit.

She reassured me. "This white wolf,” I cleared my throat as I asked, “what does it mean exactly?” Dr Celia inhaled and exhaled slowly. "The white wolf is...actually, let me go back to the beginning." "The beginning?" "Yes." She said. “See, long ago, a curse was placed on the packs. The nature of the curse is quite.... peculiar. A very powerful witch was defeated by the Blackwood Pack and Stoneheart Pack. Her powers were sealed, but she cast a powerful curse in her final moments.”

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t realize Nate hadn’t informed you we’d arrived.” I rolled my shoulders to relieve some tension. Shifting back hadn’t been painful, and with the burst of magic, my wound had healed. But the tightness from stress remained. “Okay, but why was that necessary?” “Two wolves tried to attack you from behind.” She shrugged. “We were worried you might not sense them, and lifting you out of the way was the simplest choice.” She held out her hand. “I should introduce myself. My name is Iris, the high priestess of the Joseph pack’s coven, and these two ladies are my right hands.” She pointed at the woman with dark-bronze skin and dark curly hair to her left. “This is Louise

****** None of the Royal household took the Curse Leona had said seriously until the next night when it happened. Young Willow who was in his room, seated and drawing, suddenly has this sudden bloodthirst to kill. His green eye and amber eye glow as his fingers start turning and grow into long claws. His painting forgotten, he stood up and left his room. By the time he had reached the door of his chamber, he was walking on four large, hairy fur legs. His large black wolf broke down the door and came out of the room he was. The wolf roared loudly shaking the foundation of the whole palace and fire came out of his mouth, eyes and tail. He ran towards his parents Chambers, the urge to kill them