The Curse Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

She needed to know how to break the curse not how to lay one. Besides, the loophole was obvious. A werewolf might be susceptible to most curses, but anything that was based on a werewolf’s instincts or something integral to their survival was a weak point. It made sense that she had cursed him so that it would get worse with every battle. He was an alpha werewolf and a king. It was in his nature to fight and defend his territory. “Laurel?” She stopped, hearing Adolph’s voice, standing at the end of the aisle. His eyes glowed red in the darkness, but he didn’t seem upset. He didn’t even seem alert, barely awake as if he had been pulled from sleep by a vague feeling.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

"It seems to me that the Alpha is under a curse wound.” " What is that?” " It is when a practicer of dark magic goes beyond the normal arta and begins to kill wolves and use their essence to grow stronger, they become cursed wolves and when a cursed wolf injures you, you are cursed too. That the Alpha is still alive amazed me. Did he perhaps collect essence from another wolf?” We had gotten to her hut now, she let us in and we sat down to continue the conversation... “No, No wolf gave him essence. I said with conviction.

“Is this one of your witchcraft things… your powers?” He asked, narrowing his brows at me. “No, I swear!” I refuted his claim. “My mother taught me, she said that it was used to stop wolves who had gone berserk years ago.” “That's not how I remember the story.” Aleksander said, his voice dominating the forest. “It only works if you have a true connection with that particular wolf! You must share an intimate bond with them for it to work!”

“Her wolf has awakened. Her core has healed from the damage of years that your love did.” Her words felt like a blade over my wounds. How could my love make her suffer that much, and my distance soothed her? Grandpa was right. If I stayed away from her, she’d heal naturally. And now she was healed. She had a wolf and that too special one. It could mean the curse had broken. My eyes brightened.

I tightened the rope of the jacket of my lacy nightdress and walked out of the room to get a glass of water. Nothing made sense and I was tired of finding half the information. Why couldn't they just tell me straight? What is the origin of the curse for it to demand so much cautiousness to prevent backlash? There was one thing I knew for sure. The curse was either placed on blood wolves by a god or a demon. Only those two creatures could place a curse that would affect the law of casualty. It won't be hard to believe that a god did it because they are fond of cursing people at the slightest provocation.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

The moon goddess placed a curse on the werewolves for a century. Every werewolf nearing the acceptance age was killed by the trinitaria poison in one way or the other. They consulted the moon goddess who told them the solution and the only way to cure it was the blood of a human mate. But sadly, there were no more human mate. They performed so many sacrifices to appease the moon goddess for a human mate who can break the curse. After another century, a werewolf had a human mate who broke the curse but sadly, the werewolves are forever weak to the poison of the trinitaria. It became a target for killing themselves in the world of werewolves.

His question was met with the same look that Rose received when she asked about the werewolves curse. Andrius who noticed that they were under a misunderstanding immediately spoke up, “You got things mixed up, us being a werewolf is not a curse. If it is, it would mean everyone here is doomed for life.”

He scoffed, “Of course not. She barely reveals anything of substance. That’s my point, brother. She’s spent her entire life fearful of the curse. As you felt the need to rub in her face last week, her own family doesn’t even care for her.” Orion’s body stiffened, but his face gave nothing away. It was a slab of ice. Beautiful, annoying ice. “If you’re goal is to get me to pity her, you’ll leave this room a failure.” A tuft of something silky brushed up against the back of my exposed legs. The image that popped into my mind had me spinning around, a scream building in my throat. Only, it wasn’t a scraggly, beady-eyed rat I found myself facing, but a god cursed to remain in the form of a wolf.