The Curse Of The Were-rabbit Novels & Stories

I froze, “I’ve heard of a ritual…where they store the energy and aura of pregnant women to create another pregnant woman.” “A living womb,” he confirmed and pushed a book toward me. “That curse drained those she‑wolves of sanity, energy, and soul. It hollowed them out.” I flipped through the pages, as drawings of symbols and mutilated wombs filled my vision. “What was all this for?” I asked, my voice rough.

"But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes." "I'm so sorry about all of this," Ethan grumbled. "Just pray that we find a solution out of this situation you put us in. And I hope you learn a valuable lesson this time," Ethan hung his head low, his fingers fidgeting. "We need to think of something," he announced facing the rest of the pack. "Hey, what about witches?" Lucas hesitated, glancing around at the others to gauge their reactions. "I mean, they're powerful, right? And since one of them placed the curse, which means a witch can lift it too?"

He sucked in a deep breath, his arms tightened around me, and I could feel the steady beat of his heart against me. “The wolf inside you,” said Roam, “but we will teach you to become one with her, Rabbit. To live in harmony with your animal side. You need not fear her. She is not a curse, but a gift from The Moon. And you will never need to cage her again.”

She was lucky to have been captured by the lesser Vampires who did nothing but merely cleansed her of her curse. But she seemed to believe that letting the Vampires know that she and the other girl were werewolves would save them from being bought. That seemed to have worked for her because she was yet to meet someone like me. Someone who would buy her because of the fact that she had werewolf blood and torture her till her last breath.

“You will be doomed for an eternity of solitude and suffering, Caleb as you have scathe and betrayed my love for you...” After for seemed like an eternity of slumber and voidness, my eyes slowly opened from the relatively loud voices of different people chatting and the relentless chattering of animals in the woods. I was quite appalled and uncertain when my eyes finally opened and adjusted to the dark surrounding as my vision became vividly clear like I was seeing something in an entirely different perception. The cottage had no lights of some sort, but I could perfectly see well through the darkness of the night. I was in Amara's hidden cottage down in the woods. Why am I here? I asked mys

“Two packs existed to be the most powerful pack of our kind, the alvuelas and the crescent pack.” “Our pack was the crescent. The Alvuelas were concerned about power, they wanted to rule the entire werewolves pack with the tip of their fingers. It wasn’t in favour of the other packs as they have predicted how toxic the leadership will be, they prefer to be ruled by their own alpha since there is an alpha in every pack. The Alvuelas used violence and threatened the other subordinate packs with the death of their whole pack. They didn’t have much choice than to follow his influence and voted the Alvuelas in power. But there were two heroes from the crescent pack that stood against the whole pr

Mateo raised his hand with saga-like violent eyes, ready to kill the healer with his own hand. The healers immediately knelt down and bow to Mateo, “Your Majesty, please calm down! There is a way to save the Queen!” Mateo lowered his hand and look at the doctor with a sharp look, “Tell me, what’s the way?” “The curse was created by a witch. The witch must know how to undo it too.” Mateo narrowed his eyes. It looks like he had no other choice. He can only visit the witches who had received the werewolf's protection.

“I thought the Moon Wolf Spring would cure the curse in you, Dominic. Why isn’t it gone yet? It just healed your injuries.” Tears started to run down my face as I looked at him with despair in my eyes. I couldn’t understand what I was feeling at that moment. I was more disappointed because it only felt as if nothing had happened. I looked at the dark veins that were spreading from his arm right to his chest, and it was just becoming so much worse; it terrified me. “The old man.” He cupped my face and then forced me to stare into his eyes. “You heard him tell you that the origin of the curse is in the Wolf Tomb, right?”

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.

Meanwhile, Zion, unable to contain his impatience, paced back and forth before storming out to confront Rob, intending to leverage his alpha aura to coerce the truth from him, as Marco had not considered interrogation. Upon finding Rob, Zion commanded the guards to rouse him, only to learn that a witch had cast a sleeping spell on Rob to prevent unwanted communication within their territory. Frustrated, Zion returned to the packhouse and insisted that Lana awaken Rob. Without hesitation, Lana uttered Rob's name and clapped her hands, breaking the spell. Zion expressed his gratitude and departed.