How Long Was The Beast Cursed Novels & Stories

My jaw widened, teeth lengthening into sharp, longer brutal fangs. My skin darkened with rune markings—black veins like cracks of obsidian fire crawling up my arms and neck. My eyes… My eyes burned gold first. Then red. Then black mixed with red. A corrupted glow swallowed them whole. It’s been six years since he ever came out. A shadow-beast of rage. The monster in me. The curse of mine.. My roar shook the chamber. Glass shattered in the windows. The council stumbled back in fear. Even Malachai’s expression finally shifted.

“Where I control myself.” Her gaze lifted to mine. “This is where you came… that night?” “Yes.” She hesitated, then asked softly, “Why does it happen to you…What's the beast they talk about?” I exhaled slowly. “It’s a curse. When it happens, it demands blood. The only good thing is that it makes me stronger in battle. Deadlier. But it also takes from me…eats me slowly” She stepped closer to me. “Then why did it take over when we were kissing?”

“Please, your majesty, with your permission, can I relay the goddess's message? It's truly important. I'm sorry I got carried away.” If she kept apologizing, I'll lose my fucking mind. “Go on.” “Soon you'll lose total control of your beast and if that happens, you'll never be able to break the curse. You've only held off long enough because of Rosita's energy. You may not believe it because until four years ago, you could handle him on your own but time doesn't only strengthen the curse, it weakens you, your energy. And for your sake, you must reclaim Rosita to save you from losing completely to the beast. There's no coming back from that.”

His hand swooshes the air, again and again, and she couldn’t help but moan silently with every stroke. He smacked her over and over again, he spanked her thick ass, until tears trickled down her cheeks, and her cunt. Her bottom cheeks were swollen and on fire. Then, he pinched the redness of her cheeks with his claws, drawing lines that would last as scars for a lifetime. The beast ignored it, dropping his member, his long, thick massive cock springing out. A telltale green stripe ran spirally around the length of his cock on either side, a mark that he has a beast blood running through his veins.

The curse will go in in their wolves seconds live and the same fate came upon generations of Takas and Avas. Everyone now called it the black and white curse because of the colors of the wolves fur. Soon there was new hope. In the year 1998 there were 3 humans born, but each would become a wolf at their 18th birthday. They were in charge of breaking the curse. All now called packs were hoping that the curse would finally break into a thousand pieces and never will be coming back till the end of time. Would there come Pease between them or would there be even more difficulties on their path to love.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

Evelyn creased her brows at him, “Which is?” “It’s not new news that I'm cursed, it's probably being used as a horror bedtime story for kids now.” Zayn explained. “I know. The beast within you is the most ferocious ever existed. The Moon goddess sealed it to you so that it wouldn't be passed down to anyone, cursing you with immorality, forced to carry the weight of being bond to such a beast for eternity.” Evelyn explained. Zayn scoffed, “Is that what is being told to your generation now?”

I could feel the beast within me growing stronger with each passing day, its primal urges becoming harder to suppress. The curse was a ticking time bomb, and unless I found my fated mate soon, I would lose myself to it entirely. I closed my eyes, remembering the last time I'd nearly lost control. It had been during the full moon, when our wolves were at their strongest. The rage had come out of nowhere, a red haze clouding my vision. If Kane hadn't been there to talk me down... I shuddered at the memory. My fingers traced the intricate tattoos on my arms – ancient Norse symbols meant to help contain the beast. They had worked for years, but lately, even their power seemed to be waning. How m

The air itself seemed to hold its breath. We began the incantations, drawing power from the earth, the sky, and the ancient spirits of our ancestors. Energy surged through our bodies, intertwining our souls. I felt the beast inside me resist, then relent, its ferocity slowly replaced by a fragile harmony. Then, in a blinding flash, the curse shattered. Smoke-like shadows dispersed, leaving only clarity and calm. The beast inside me was tamed, its chaos replaced with control. When the light dimmed, I stood transformed, free from the darkness that had haunted my family for generations.

The Beast simply gazed at the woven figure with sadness and apprehension. “Sally, please, for the last time,” Jane called out. She was quite far away from the fire now, much closer to the trees. “Please don’t do this.” “I thought I told you to shut up, Jane,” Sally said. “You and David aren’t the only ones affected by this curse.” Sally ignored her. She was staring into the eyes of the Beast, and both of them were waiting to see what Sally would do next. “All of us are affected,” Jane said. “All the townsfolk, we’re not allowed to leave and neither are our descendants. Anyone who’s born here, anyone who settles here has been trapped since Matthew McCavendish summoned that Beast. That’s why w