The Curse Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

She had barely managed to bark the words Wait, we need to plan first, when the infuriating beast had burst out of the grand hall, heading for the borders. Kendra knew how important the pack was to the Alpha… he was as possessive of it as a mother wolf was of her cubs, but he didn’t know how many of the curers were out there, and granted… he was a very powerful wolf, but a few Silver weapons too many, and he would be just like a normal human being— completely mortal and at the mercy of the evil humans. Now a little background on the origin of the werewolf curse. The werewolf curse had infected a select few about a century ago, around the 1500s.

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.

Her people deserted her, saying she was a disgrace to them because high priestesses were above marriage, they were forbidden from getting married, or even having a child. They were lenient with Avery, they didn’t stop her when they noticed that she was seeing Edward because she was outstanding in her lessons. They never thought it would distract her. Avery, not knowing the outcome of her baby’s race, laid a curse on all the werewolves. They were stuck in their wolf form until the full moon when they’d be free from the curse and become humans. Avery faced the shame, luckily with the support of some high-ranked witches, she wasn’t dethroned. She bore her child, a hybrid of werewolf and witch.

Cessair in his beastly form walked out of the cave to meet the dead bodies of those tasked to keep him in, they were slashed by what looked like claws as though a werewolf had been what was responsible for their demise but it was no werewolf, it was Death who let the devil out of his box. The curse effect could be felt negatively by every wolf in the pack. Celeste and the witches with the aid of the pack's head doctor Clarissa were tending to the wolves in the pack infirmary, trying to render as much help as possible, especially to the younger wolves, so they could survive the night.

"He looks dead, Mother! He's not hibernating, he's—he's trapped in there!" She didn't even flinch at my outburst. "He's in hibernation because it's the only way to keep the curse from consuming him completely. It's the only way to keep him alive at all." "What curse?" The word came out sharp, confused. "What are you talking about?" She was quiet for a moment, her eyes fixed on Felix's face. When she spoke again, her voice was softer, almost sad. “Yes,” she said. “The curse of a werewolf.”

The story continued, darker still: “To achieve their ambitions, they performed a blood sacrifice upon the sacred altar of the Moon Goddess, seeking to diminish her power within their lands. Their intent was pure audacity, a plan to neutralize the divine essence that governed them. But their sacrilege was met with fury beyond mortal comprehension. The Moon Goddess, enraged by their insolence, cast down a curse so potent that every descendant of the pack who bore the bloodline would no longer shift into a wolf as is natural for their kind. Instead, they would transform into creatures of terror—monstrous forms that reflected their defiance, their hubris, and the darkness they carried within.” I

I said in befuddlement. My wolf exhaled deeply and said, “There must be more that Austin hasn't told you or doesn't know.” Frustrated, I sipped on my drink as I waited for Austin to finish up and join me. We both needed to figure out what his curse entailed and why the Alpha was involved. Rolling my eyes I didn't understand why it was so complicated. “Can't I just have a happy ever after like other mated couples,” I murmured and heard Austin's voice talking about Curtis.

The pieces clicked together and I felt cold all over. “The Lunar binding curse.” I said aloud. I’d only read about it once in an old dusty journal from the Pack's old library six years ago. The Lunar binding curse was a rare and almost-forgotten curse that chained a werewolf to their beast form during the full moon. But that wasn’t even the worst part. The curse gave off a scent that attracted all sorts of cursed creatures, rogues, shadow-walkers and any predator drawn to destruction. Suddenly, I felt a vibration in my arms so I looked down to see him trembling, like a man trapped inside a monster’s shell.

"The moon was red. I didn't think—I didn't realize—" "Nikolai knew." Kai's jaw tightened. "Maybe. Maybe not." He looked at me. "The curse only affects humans who carry wolf blood. When they give themselves to a wolf—when they're taken by a wolf—the blood turns against itself." "Turns against itself how?" "The wolf blood starts attacking the human blood. Slowly at first. Then faster." His voice dropped. "It's called the Black Death among wolves. Because the victim's blood turns black. And then—"

A figure emerged from the shadows, his eyes gleaming with malice—a sinister alpha werewolf, one who relished the power of the curse and reveled in the chaos it brought. "You dare tamper with our nature?" he snarled, his tongue flicking across his sharp teeth. "This curse defines us. It is our strength." Amelia and the Alpha stood united, their backs to each other. This new threat meant to undo all their efforts and plunge the werewolf community into darkness once more. It was a battle they couldn't afford to lose. "You only see the curse as strength because you have never known anything else," Amelia said, her voice unwavering. "But imagine a life free from the shackles of your nature."