The Curse Of The Werewolf นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then the doctor ran in as we stepped back and Xavier growled as he was male, unmated and unmarked as far as we could tell. "I came as quickly as I could, alpha, what's going on?" he asks, looking at the unconscious girl in front of me. A gasp of fear and shock escapes him and he backs away. "You have to kick her out!! I cannot treat her! She's the Cursed Rogue!! She matches the description perfectly! Alpha, she cannot-" I snapped. "SILENCE!" Xavier roared. It was rare for our wolves to actually speak on their own like that without their human counterpart, but in this instance, I was right along with him. The doctor instantly closed his mouth and bowed his head in submission.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

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.

“You mean, you can kill him?” Edmond asked the lady sitting on the couch of his Alpha mansion. “I can curse him. That curse can kill him.” Rita, an evil witch, had one goal in her life. To be the leader of her coven and for that, she had to be the strongest of them. “What kind of a curse?” Edmond frowned. “A werewolf dies when it doesn’t turn. It’s a slow process but it’s death at the end of the day.” She informed, smirking at him.

"But mostly they want you to look for a luna soon. Or else, there won't be anyone to be the heir. Why aren't you, looking for your mate yet?" August question left him speechless. "I can't tell you the curse that has been, gifted to me. Whoever I will love will die. So will my mate. So there's no way for me, to find my mate." "I can't risk anyone's life just for my pack. I don't want anyone to die for me. So I will always keep my distance from others. Which is always better.'' "You don't want to find your mate? What will you answer the others then?".

She asked and her spiritual mother smiled. "I'm glad you're not completely oblivious dear." "But if we are cursed by the moon, then how come we get stronger on every full moon?" Kira asked, she sighed. "There is so much that you do not know my dear Kira. When there's a full moon, the werewolf curse becomes active which is why we get stronger. At that moment, we are like hungry lions on the loose as we do not have the ability to control the depth of our strength. Remember that with power comes a great responsibility and with even more power comes a greater responsibility but a lot of time, power is misused and corrupted and this is why the power bestowed to our kind by the moon is considered

Faith whispered, “Alexander Kingston,” the vampire to whom she had lost her virginity. Faith’s soul was knocked out of her body, and she couldn’t figure out how this could happen to her. When she finally had control of her life, she was right here, right now.

They swear that they had been working tirelessly to bring my son home but I do not know if I believe anyone. His clothes, the one he wore the day before his disappearance stays warm in my hand. I take a whiff of his scent and then get frustrated at myself for not being able to hold his scent in my nose. I am a werewolf but a useless one. I am a werewolf but a cursed one who has never been able to turn. A lying cursed wolf who has had to fake being a real werewolf every full moon by hiding away while everyone else turns to their wolf form.

The werewolf curse, a legacy of the origin of werewolves, was what defined their existence. To trigger this curse, one would have to have killed someone. It does not matter whether it was a mistake or not, when once one has killed someone, your curse is automatically activated or rather triggered.

He pulled his sword out of his cloak and headed for the battle ground. Looking around, I noticed a wolf approaching a woman and her only child. It was a clue to come in for the rescue and I didn't take chances. Intercepting the wolf attack, I used my dagger as a tool of attack, cutting through one of his ears, while distracting him so the family could run. The wolf's step while circulating like a predator was calculative and I knew he was waiting for the moment to strike. "Look who we came for....the midnight angel, who has been cursed with unimaginable power. It's no wonder why everyone likes you here." It was unbelievable how I had heard every single word he said.