The Curse Of The Werewolf Novels & Stories

If only it did something to dim his otherworldly good looks. Three wolves ran down his bicep, darting in between trees. Shadows clung to their fur, while their eyes glowed with the same strange light I’d seen in Azrael’s a time or two. Before I could process the fact that I’d definitely seen one of the wolves move, his head popped up. There was a tilt to his lips that made my hands clammy. “What would you say if I told you I had information about your family curse.” I stopped mid-chew. What were the odds he’d actually tell me? Gods were tricky beings. Always playing games and fighting for the upper hand. No matter how much kindness was shown to me, I couldn’t let myself forget that.

Ethan mocked. "Just shut up! I didn't ask for your help or opinion," I grumbled. "Whatever….." He sticks his tongue at me before rolling his eyes. "Silly wolf," I taunt. Shoving him at the back of my head, I blocked him before he could say a word. "These are some words that some Alphas wrote down that Lucien blurted out that day meaning that he knew about her being a curse and still kept her in his pack before for his selfish reasons," I was outraged.

“Your grandmother was cursed by Sabrina, a witch who wanted your grandfather. She cursed her with barrenness. Desperate, your grandmother sought the witches for help. Sabrina was among them. She laced the spell with something darker. I was born cursed, unable to love. Seeing women as tools. And every full moon, a beast consumed me. Your mother broke it. Her love freed me.” His voice shifted. “But the curse was passed to my first son.” Me. “A prophecy said you would kill Sabrina. When you confronted her, she cursed you again that you would never feel the bond of a mate. Never be redeemed.” The room felt smaller. “What else?” I asked. “The only way to break both curses permanently is through S

had killed them, but Death had really released the devil from his box. Every wolf in the pack was adversely affected by the curse effect. In order to help the wolves in the pack infirmary survive the night, Celeste and the witches worked alongside Clarissa, the senior doctor of the pack, to provide as much assistance as they could, particularly to the younger wolves. Celeste looked around, but the darkness had engulfed the moon. Already, she sensed the curse’s vicious hands prowling the atmosphere. The fact that she was powerless to stop the wolves’ deaths made her pain much worse. Until the tenth Blood moon rises, anyway. It was still a few weeks off. The witches have only that one chance

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

Morwen led us to the wooden table and gestured for us to sit. Alistair sank into a chair, his breathing shallow. I sat beside him, refusing to let go of his hand. "The witch's curse is old magic," Morwen said, pouring dark liquid into three cups. "It's designed to destroy a wolf from the inside out. First the connection to their animal. Then their strength. Then their will to live." "Is there a cure?" I asked. Morwen slid a cup toward me. "There is always a cure. But it comes with a price."

And so he began to talk and we listened to him attentively. *The vampire hunting the werewolves was a rare and dangerous type of vampire known as a "Lupus Vampire". This particular breed of vampire was unique in that they were only able to sustain themselves on the blood of werewolves. They were said to have developed this trait due to a curse placed upon them by a powerful werewolf pack. The curse made it so that they were unable to feed on the blood of any other creature and were forever bound to hunt and feed on werewolves*. *This made them a formidable enemy for werewolves, as they were stronger and faster than most vampires and had a thirst for werewolf blood that could never be quenche

The curse causes them to transform, usually at night whenever they see the moon full moon. As a result of the curse, they ravage their town, killing their loved ones and innocent townsfolk. They're run out of the town by the citizens out of fear. When they leave the town, they are resolved to search for a cure to their problem. During their travels through a neighboring town they come across woman who tells them their fate is sealed,she lets them know that they are better off searching for a pack of werewolves to accept them. They ignore her and are resolved to find a cure but soon begin to go rabid and half

Junior asked me curiously. I gazed at him knowing if I should tell the truth I would be in danger. He and everyone would think I'm a witch and I would be burned alive. Bazaar believes werewolves were caused by witches somehow awakening a very dark vicious animal spirit to take over man's soul that's why a werewolf is able to shift within a human form. He believes that the evil spirits had managed to create more creatures like him in populating the world just like us humans and other animals. "You should be happy I fought hard to escape because I could have died!" I shouted at him hiding the truth that it was the blood-eye wolf who had saved me.

The music played with deep bass and Fenna started talking in a deep voice, “Once werewolves lived in packs of thousands. They were superior beings loved by all. But with great beauty comes jealousy. The human race got jealous of the werewolf’s majestic appearance and the unity that lived among them. A war broke out and our numbers rapidly decreased. The moon goddess was determined to not let her creation go extinct, so she made a werewolf greater than the gods themselves. A werewolf mighty and pure of heart. Her revenge rained down on earth in the form of a massive red wolf with eyes like a raging fire. Agnitus was born. Agnitus saved the werewolves, burning anything or anyone who dared to s