How Long Was The Beast Cursed Novels & Stories

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

His face pulls into a frown, lips parting like the words hurt to say. "I'm cursed, Lila." Everything in me stills. The sheets feel colder. My breath catches. "What...?" He looks away, like eye contact might make it worse. "And the curse can only be broken by a bond mate. My bond mate. If I don't find her..." he swallows hard, "I go mad in two years." My throat tightens. No air. No voice. My beast curls in my chest, whimpering low, the ache more emotional than physical. The tears sting before they even fall. I'm shattering from the inside out, and he just... dropped the bomb like it's fact. Like it's something so light.

His heartbeat thudded like a drum under battle orders, but his eyes stayed clear—wolf-bright, yet resolutely human. The insurgent faction that had pushed for the trial occupied the front rows. Their leader, a lean alpha named Garrick Thorne, rose with a rustle of leather. “Understanding is not absolution,” he said, his tone sharp enough to draw blood. “You let the Beast loose on the Hollow. You tore through walls, through soldiers, through anyone who stood in your way. We all saw it. We all feared it. We still do.” Zara’s fingers tightened around Maxim’s sleeve. She had been there when the curse had shattered, when the Beast—an ancient predator bound to his bloodline—had surged forward to pr

I asked, only half joking. "Yes, actually. Look at this." He held up a vial containing a small sample of the curse residue, it glowed with that same ugly purple light I remembered from Chris's arm. "This curse was not created recently. The magical signature suggests it is at least six months old, possibly older." "Six months?" That did not make sense. "But the attacks only started a few weeks ago." "Exactly. Which means someone has been developing these curses for months, long before the attacks began. They were not created in response to your reduced power or as revenge for defeating Lydia. They were created while The Covenant still existed."

“Accashia was bitten by the beast. She was cursed! And she cursed us all. She made the beast do it, she made the beast kill my mother! She did, she did, she did!” Ursula was left speechless. Her eyes looked dead and her face went pale as a ghost, like life had been sucked out of her. “He found a mate.” Ursula’s lips trembled. Her trembling hands reached up to cover her mouth, hanging in surprise, in fear. How many days left until the half moon.

They thought that the power and authority withheld would suffice, but they would need more. They needed a cure that would withstand their inner beast. The strength that they had right now wasn’t a blessing but a curse – for they might… no, they would hurt even the ones that they loved and cared about… without them knowing. Just like what happened to Levi’s parents, and even to his parents… And to the rest of their clan. It was taboo for them to talk about their curse, but when they reached their twenties – their inner beast started to resurface. He and Levi had been experiencing it for five years now, but since he found his mate, his inner beast has become more aggressive in taking over him.

The creatures and the beast folk had to be introduced to each other and they needed to come up with a structure regarding the administration of the palace. Not to mention the need to assign beast folk families to rooms and houses. They would also need to know what jobs are available for the beast folk and if they can do their previous jobs in the village. Generally, it was a happy event for the beast folk and they thought that it was going to last forever. That was when the first signs of the curse appeared. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

, is this perhaps one of the many curses they were to experience in their lifetime? At his birth, for their father's sin, both brothers had been cursed by a powerful witch. Lucifer was cursed with the daily urge and need to consume blood to suppress his Lycan beast from taking control of his body and spiraling out of control, going berserk. While Lucian had been cursed to a lifetime of darkness. His curse prevented him from ever stepping into the sun which would inevitably burn him like it would a vampire. Lucian was also cursed to suffer an excruciating pain that would set his lycan beast loose and out of control every ten days. To control this fate, he had a secret dungeon where he spent t

The beast howled. "Is this all?" Millen panted, blood streaming from a dozen healing wounds but her eyes still bright with that terrible light. "Is this all your curse can give you?" She drove her fist into the beast's chest. Once. Twice. Three times. Each blow landed with the sound of breaking bones. The beast staggered, its movements becoming slower, more labored. The curse had given it incredible power, but even that had limits. And Millen... what Millen is, was beyond limits.

This was because of the Law of the Beast. High up on the mountain stood a castle made of black stone. It was cold, old, and full of shadows. A man lived there named Silas. But the people did not call him a man. They called him the Beast. The stories said he was a giant. They said he was cursed by a witch long ago. Because of the curse, his body never stopped growing. He was too big, too strong, and he had a hunger that could never be filled. To keep the village safe, the people had to send a tribute. They had to send one young woman to live in the castle for ten years. Most girls who went there never came back.