The Cursed Harper L Woods Series Novels & Stories

“I’m afraid Imara may not be so easy. Ben at least understands that his life isn’t correct. He knows he doesn’t belong in Savannah among all this opulence. Imara won’t even acknowledge that something is amiss. She’s not concerned at all that it isn’t the 1890’s anymore and she won’t see the ring on her finger or the mark on her neck. Her denial is endless.” Jasper scratched his head, messing up his dark curly hair. He pushed himself back in his chair and crossed his leg on top of his knee. “I haven’t seen this curse in a lot of years. There’s almost no information on it. I have researchers working in the library as we speak. Don’t worry, Thorin, we’re going to get this thing straightened out

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“You have to be more specific when telling the directions.” I said reaching the same cliff where I first met her, few days ago. So much have happened since then. I have seen Reed’s past, his life, his struggles and his curse. We were marked now. We were officially mates now. I knew she was already here as I could sense her. she was hiding in the woods. But this time she was alone. “I don’t want unwanted arrivals.” Hecate said emerging from the woods. Her eyes were the first thing that capture my attention whenever we meet. They were still purple and I sighed in relief internally. Her gaze collided with me and for some reason I could sense her smile.

“Diana, Mom had called me, so enjoy yourself here. I’ll be back shortly.” I nodded, and she strode out of the library, leaving me alone. I moved toward the werewolves section and started looking for a book about history or anything related to my golden wolf. But I found nothing. I became frustrated. She has a vast collection and not a single book on Golden Wolf. Puffing, the air out of my lungs, I looked around the library, and a book in the witches section caught my eye. I retrieved it. It was the book “The Whispering Witch of Willowdale” with the witch’s history. Not getting what I wanted to read, I decided to read it, so I took it and went to the coach. Settling on it, I opened the first

he added, reveal a knowing look. “But it's unlikely,” the huntress mumbled, her white hair blows gently like a flow of wind. She added as she face him, now with a smile, “The lycan is sealed by the ancestors... but perhaps this forest is one of its seal. Shall I journey it, old man?” Unbeknowst to him, her journey to the forest is only the beginning of the withering. Since then, the forest becomes as gloomy as darkness, only the light that given by the moon able to pierce through it.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed. Someone had been watching. Before dawn, Whispering Haven was already awake. Hunters slipped silently through the trees, Scouts disappeared into the mountain trails. No one spoke louder than necessary, the valley hadn’t fallen into panic but It had become extremely… alert. I stepped outside my cottage just as Darius emerged from the council hall. He looked as though he hadn’t slept. “You were in there all night.” I asked curiously. “There was much to discuss.” His response was plane but I could feel the seriousness underneath.

She told me she knew what I was, despite the fact that I’d kept my nature hidden even from my own father. Wolf shifter, she’d spat. You’ll never find happiness. Never find love. Your humanity will be chipped away at over the years, until all that’s left is the beast. Unless you find your fated mate, and she loves you in return…You’ll be a wolf forever. Up until that moment, I’d never believed in witches or curses. Looking into her ink-dark eyes, I knew I’d been wrong. I felt it. She was a witch, and she’d fucking cursed me.

one of the warriors called carefully. I looked up. “The southern warriors found another rogue trail close to the river.” “Split into groups,” I ordered immediately. “Nobody moves alone.” The warriors nodded quickly and scattered while I moved deeper into the woods without waiting for anyone. The cold wind brushed against my skin while leaves cracked beneath my boots. My senses stayed alert but my mind refused to settle properly. Something felt wrong and I hated it. My wolf kept pacing violently inside me but refused to communicate. That had never happened before.

Her form turned to black smoke, her essence stripped into nothing but only two fragments: One: a spark of lightening, too small to light anything but too powerful to be extinguished. Two: A soul, bound and chained sealed for use. And then the child spoke the final line. “Laura. You will be wolfless. You will not receive our parents love. You will be alone. Your mate will leave you. And I will make sure you don’t live to fulfill your role in the prophecy.” The orb burned. “You will be hated by all those who love you now.” The child held up the photo of a girl her age. Silver hair and brown eyes. Laura. “I am making you. The Cursed One.”

HARPER ~~~ The bright sun bled through the curtains the next morning, casting long, golden ribbons across the floor and rousing me awake from a deep sleep. But there was no warmth in it. The silence hanging over the mansion felt eerie, a hollow hush left behind in the wake of last night's tragedy and devastation. I laid in the center of the bed, staring up at the mirrored ceiling, my heart heavy with a sorrow that wasn't entirely my own. Last night, Mason, Ryder, and Dallas had spent hours holding me in the quiet darkness of the room. They had whispered soft, fierce assurances against my skin, trying desperately to strip the guilt from my soul.