The Cursed Harper L Woods Series Novels & Stories

She was gonna go after all of them even their families and pull out their ball sockets from each of them. She died with that hatred and disgust in her chest, and as life could have it, when she died and cross over to the path she was sent back saying it was not yet her time and besides she was cursed. All those words were like a joke to her but funny was that she woke up in that same nobody of hers. She was confused at first and was also afraid. She met people crossing over in that paths at Afterlife but it was rather not for her, and also that man in white told her that it was not yet her time and she was cursed, what does that mean? The thought came pouring down her head.

A little more heat and my owner will be the one dealing with problems rather than me. "No, no. Don't believe a word she says, it's all a lie. They used to be Werewolves but they're not anymore because they lost their wolves, it was carefully extracted from them by the use of dark magic. Think about, if they're still Werewolves, why am I able to hold them captive like the other girls? Why are they chained and being treated like the others? They're nothing but weak little humans now, they're no less than toys." My owner quickly explained and the man eyed him suspiciously. I kept my fingers crossed, hoping that Vampires' hatred for werewolves would save Primrose from his clutches.

Her scent led me into the woods and still, there was no other wolf's scent in the air. Why the hell had she come here?! Black felt something under his leg. We shifted and I bent down to pick it. It was Lila's wedding chain. What the fuck had happened?! At alert, I shifted back into Black and started taking slow steps into the woods. The deeper I walked in, the less of Lila's scent I could hear. Suddenly, a strong scent hit my nose, hiding completely, all of Lila's scent. I could recognize this scent even in my death; disgusting, dead, raw, nauseous and deadly.

The room cleared quickly until only Kaelen, Rowan, Lyra, and the King remained. Darius slowly opened his golden wolf eyes. They were still sharp despite the weakness. “You have returned from the hunt,” he said hoarsely. Kaelen stepped closer. “What happened to you?” Darius looked at him for a long moment. Then he asked a strange question. “Did you see anything unusual tonight?” Kaelen’s mind flashed back to the forest. The dead wolf, the carved symbols, and the voice. “Yes,” he said slowly. Darius closed his eyes briefly. “So it has begun.”

His screams echoed for a heartbeat before they were choked off. His eyes wide. His throat torn like the feral stab of a cursed blade. My breath was ragged. My vision blurred red as Zorry howled. Howling in a manner she had never howled. “What is happening?” I asked Zorry, a flick of confusion creeping in. And then… silence. I staggered back, shaking, covered in blood that wasn’t mine. Jackson Blackwood lay broken and still, his body twisted, his chest caved in. The cousin of Alpha Volvo Blackwood is dead. And not just an ordinary death, but the death in the hands of an omega. In the hands of dirt.

“Because of you. The goddess is never cruel, she bound Leora’s soul to the curse as well. That is why it repeats. You, Violet… you are Leora returned. The curse is equally his and yours to bear.” Blood roared in my ears, me? ME? “I am not Leora.” I rebuffed immediately. “It doesn't make sense,” Brian added, but his tone sounded like it already made sense to him. “It doesn't have to make sense,” Willow replied gently. I shot to my feet. There wasn't much space to pace but the three back and forth steps were enough to do the job. “So what, I've been body hopping and getting killed by the same wolf for almost a century?” My voice was louder than I intended but I didn't care.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

I finally answer and turn back just as he walks out of the door after saying he’ll be back. I get back on my seat and just sit there, staring into nothing. I’m not sure how long it was when I heard a soft knock on my door. “Come in” I knew it wasn’t Chris. That man never knocks—well, unless I’m in a meeting and it’s really urgent. “Good afternoon, Mr. Wood” I just nod my head. “Tell me you have something.” I’d hired a private investigator to locate Harper. So far, he's been unsuccessful. All the leads led to dead ends.

"Enough Chase! I don't want to argue about this anymore. Heidi had nothing to do with Alex. If it was Alex's fault, Heidi had no right to bear it. Now I'm going in and you better go home to rest too. We're both tired." Without looking back at Chase, Harper slid into the porch in Alex's house to avoid the snowflakes that had fallen on the blanket she was using to wrap Leo. She had been praying in her heart, hopefully Leo won't be sick after this because she will be very busy because of all the incidents that happened to her family. Harper opened Alex's door slowly after taking the key from the key holder she had memorized. Under the pot to the first two rows from the left. Brielle who told he

Wyatt's voice broke the silence, unwavering, "Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Harper is indeed a unique mixture of werewolf and witch blood. But instead of blindly accepting accusations, we must strive to understand the whole truth." “Mommy, look! It’s Luna Harper!” A child’s voice cut through the quiet, and Harper’s gaze shifted to Ruby. The little girl beamed as she clutched her mother’s hand, excitement lighting up her eyes. “Luna Harper, see? My boo-boo’s all healed!” She pointed proudly at her thigh. Ruby’s mother smiled warmly, “Thank you, Miss Harper. Thank you for everything. You've always been a good man, and I'm sure you haven't done any of those dastardly things.”