The Curse Of The Were-rabbit Novels & Stories

I called as if I didn't just throw someone out without moving a finger. "Can you explain why the bond and the scent are missing?" I queried. "A curse, Alpha. You are under a curse." "What curse?" I asked impatiently. "Long ago, on your nineteenth birthday, you killed a wolf, leaving his mate miserable and alone. That she-wolf cursed you." "Alpha Balin, just as you ended my mate and made me lonely. May you forever become lonely. May your spirit be wounded, may you never find your mate," Kabal quoted the curse as if he had been there when it happened.

The story unfolded like a tapestry of fear and sorrow, each word painting a vivid image of the turmoil that unfolded. "The curse of multiple mates, it was called," Edward explained, his voice laced with a mix of sorrow and caution. "Whenever it befell a pack, disaster loomed on the horizon. The deep-rooted possessiveness of the wolves, their primal instincts, tore families apart and ignited rivalries that knew no bounds." Jayden's grip tightened around my hand, his eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination. The weight of the curse bore down upon us, but we refused to succumb to the fate of those who came before.

"I am trying to f—" "Just tell him already, Dad. He's the curse", Raymond snarls as I squeeze my eyes shut. "Raymond, you better leave and do your job", dad growls. "Why would I? That's not my job. I can do something better than that only if you realize the real curse is him", he seethes. "You all can't see it. He had a deviant mate. He was cursed by the moon goddess when he got a wolfless female as his mate and that girl could never be found. He didn't even find his second mate because he's not blessed enough for that. What do you think about why this is all happening to our pack, Dad?"

"I know you think that I may be out of my mind, but I beg you allow her to be whole again." He didn't say a word and retired back to the shelf. After a minute of waiting, he returned once again with the book in his hands. "My name is Zod and I can help you with the spell. You can only cast such dangerous spell in this place and no where else." He informed as he handed over the book to me. I totally understood what he was speaking about. The people believed that magic doesn't exist. And prior to being a Werewolf hunter, I believed the same theory. However, with the number of wolves I had killed, I believe magic was real.

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

“Wait… what did you just say?” His gaze swept over us, sharp, piercing. “Centuries ago, it was foretold: our land would be cursed by the Wicked, and two boys would arrive from a distant realm. One would break the curse, the other would fight to preserve it. Mortal enemies, bound to the fate of this world.” Carter and I exchanged a glance—best friends, inseparable. Then back at the hooded figure. “That’s impossible, sir,” I said. “We’ve known each other forever. Nothing could turn us against one another. We’re not part of your prophecy.”

“Then tell me, what are the signs we learned? The things someone feels when they meet their mate?” I signed dramatically, “A strong connection, the ability sensed the scent of their partner, and craving it so much, that they would be able to part with them, and once marked, the bond strengthens “Tessy, you’re overthinking things,” I said with a shrug. “It’s been two thousand years now since the moon goddess cursed the werewolf clan, do you really think she’d just lift the curse suddenly?” I wave my hand dismissively. “Yes, the moon goddess lifts the curse because she couldn’t stand watching our precious Mildred suffer for a crime she didn’t commit,” Tessy said dramatically, giggling.

The cold up on Shattered Ridge hit hard, like every breath was pulling in sharp bits of ice mixed with that awful smell of charred wood and decay. I glanced down the path and saw those twisted shapes waiting-not really wolves anymore, but something worse, fur patchy and eyes burning red. They were Justin's creations, all twisted up by the Red Queen's Curse, his whole messed up army.

“Not demons again.” The Stormspire demon they’d barely managed to bind hadn’t even been dealt with properly, and now this, another presence, darker, older, and far more dangerous. I wasn’t born with sorcery, but I had spent enough time beside Eira, listening to the werewolf elders, learning what I could. I knelt and studied what remained of the formation. The curse pattern was broken and jagged, shaped like a rabbit entwined with a rat. I’d seen this before.

The specific sequences that activated dormant hunter genes, the chemical cocktails that could transform ordinary wolves into something far more dangerous. That was how Frost and Hilda came to be. Frost was my main subject. Hilda was just an extra, insurance in case something went wrong. Now I had everything needed to break the curse in one place. Wolf hunters—Frost in his purest form. Yrsa, a descendant of the woman who had cursed us. The ritual space was already prepared. "Your spinal fluid," I finally answered. Frost frowned, staring at me. He was quiet for a long while, processing what I'd said. Then he hissed, standing up abruptly.