The Cursed Harper L Woods Series Novels & Stories

Apart from my heart hammering in my chest, the only thing I could hear was the gentle whoosh of the wind through the grass, and the horses as they peacefully chewed. “The voice in the flames,” I swallowed, “Could it be possible that it’s the one doing this? Could it be possible that Lunettes disappearance, the curses, and the forests twisted magic are all connected?” Once the words left my lips, I knew in my gut that I was right.

Taking another look at the both sides of the section, I placed the note back on the shelf and walked away. It's totally just a fiction writer who left his or her first draft lying around and it's just a coincidence that I happen to have the exact same birthmark at the same place. Writers write anything. Gosh! Once upon a time, I never knew werewolves existed and now I feel like I'm getting tangled in a web of supernatural nonsense without trying and it's all because of grandma. Perhaps, they are right and she's just a crazy and manipulative old woman or maybe she's not.

By the time they broke through the tree line, the town was burning in full. Fire ran through the streets. People scattered in every direction mothers dragging children, men wielding broken tools as weapons. And in the chaos moved the rogues, wild and twisted wolves whose minds had long since rotted. Alaric was off his horse before it stopped. His boots struck the ground hard. The curse in his blood stirred, coiling deep beneath his skin. His claws slid out, dark and sharp as obsidian. The air around him shifted, thickening with power. He didn’t wait quickly He moved cutting down as many as he could quickly and swiftly.

"My mother wrote twelve volumes of her journal when she was alive, but all of which got taken away and burned, except the one that my father had saved. That was the last volume. Before we left the country, he decided to hide the book in this school library years ago. It's been ten years now that the book stays hidden here. I need to find it. I just don't know where it is yet." "Is it registered in the catalog?" I asked, but she shook her head no. I looked around the enormous place and calculated how many years it would take us to find the vampire diary here. "Don't worry, I have singled out this part of the section," she said. "If you give me a hand to find it, it would take faster." "And wh

I stand near the edge of the upper balcony, holding a fresh crystal glass of blood-red wine, watching the Mercer family fracture from within. Talon steps up beside me, his hands folded neatly behind his back. "Don't let them ruin your appetite, Harper." I take a slow sip of the rich liquid, my eyes narrowing. "They don't have the power to ruin anything for me, Talon." The Harper who would have cried over Grayson Mercer died the night he abandoned her in the Hollowfang Woods. Yet, as I stare down at the sparkling wine, a sharp, sudden ache throbbed deep within my chest cavity—a residual phantom pain left behind by the original soul of this body. The poor, fragile human-born Harper who loved G

He bit me. Gasping, I stumble toward the door, needing to get out of there. To get to the forest and make sure I still had…me. How did this even work? Did the poison spread slowly? Did it kill my wolf right away? Would I be just as cursed as the Wyres…forever? Had that been his plan all along?

But shaking his head he focused on the words his son uttered and a small egoistic smile broke out on his lips. He hummed in relief before finishing his wine glass and retiring to his room to have some sleep leaving the madman behind. Sebastian stared at the burning woods for the longest time till the fire completely disappeared and there were no slabs left to burn anymore. Narrowing his grey sharp eyes he leaned his back against the couch before clasping the file in his hand. He stared at the place where her signs were needed before chuckling like the devil he is. "Bellaria, watch your back darling, you've got a devil behind you." _____________________________________

Jordan asked. "Yeah important stuff, so I'm just curious about what happened to the rogue werewolf we saw in the woods," Tasha asked as her eyes filled with curiosity. "The Pandora box, he looked into the Pandora box" Jordan answered her looking at his hands and avoiding meeting her eyes so he wouldn't scare her as he scared her in the woods. "Whoa, the one with Medusa's head that's full of snakes? Or is it another Pandora we are both talking about??" Tasha said looking really excited at this new discovery.

Caleb growls. The doctor yelps and continues searching. Caleb doesn’t understand. How can Harper not have a wolf? That’s such a rare condition… He’s never known anyone without a wolf before. She went into heat. She should have a wolf. But the evidence is clearly to the contrary. Harper doesn’t have a wolf, and now the serum, and Caleb’s carelessness and assumptions are going to kill her. Caleb curls his hands into fists.

Forcing herself to relax, she glanced at the line of straight white birches, forming the boundary of the woods she was about to enter. Her obsidian eyes were fixated on that deer’s corpse, the pale red settling into the white resembling the same shade as her cloak. A wolf had come this way…ventured too near the village it seemed. They had been quite bold for the past couple of days…especially since the last full moon…could the legends be true? No! She wouldn’t let ominous thoughts plague her mind…not when there was a daring journey to undertake. She wrapped herself tightly in her cloak, closing the gap from where a chill penetrated. The long-braided hair was settled behind her back, some of