The Cursed Werewolf Novels & Stories

“Anyway, so yeah, the two are related in the sense we both have the moon as our source, or rather, center of magic. I'll let John explain more about that one, but it all started with certain families who were given that ‘blessing’. As I mentioned earlier, many believe that it was done so by the entity that many call the Moon Goddess. And by many, I mean the vampires, mostly. And some of the werewolves.” “And they say, and by ‘they’, I mean the vampires, that when she made both them and werewolves, she then designated the vampires as the ones she would be directly linked to. And for this reason, a lot of us think that we’re more superior than the werewolves in every sense of the word. It soon

, he said with a worried look. “You said every pack is cursed. What is Caleb’s pack’s curse?”, I asked. “Their curse is the worst. Moon goddess kept them away from the most important bond a werewolf needs to have- the bond between the human and the wolf.”, he replied. “So, they suffer from split personality?”, I asked, and he nodded. “One has to win at the end?”, my question was vague. “No, they suffer for a lifetime.”, he said.

I had never thought that Octavia could even charm even wolves. "Aaaghhhhh!" one of the vampires screamed and crumbled to the ground as one of the beasts lunged at him. The other tried to kick the animals and backing away. "Kill them!" one of them yelled at the other one. "Are you crazy? There are too many wolves!" His sidekick protested. Now, if they thought their fangs were nasty enough, they would have to meet these canine nightmares. "Vivienne, go," Octavia turned to me.

I heard Bazaar. I then know what the dark smoke was. It was wolfbane the substance they discovered to kill and weaken a wolf. The wolfsbane was now causing me difficulty breathing. My eyes run water and my vision became blurry still I didn't close my eyes. My eyes remained half-opened until I saw the dark dust that surrounded us slowly disappeared. When it did everyone within the wall was lying on the floor still and scared. It was not easy seeing them since my vision was still a bit blurry, but there was one image I could see clearly, and that was a white large werewolf that appears to be a she-wolf lying on the ground with a knife in its heart, covered in bright red blood. Bazaar walked ov

Rendall asked as both he and Helia took a seat at Alecto's table. "The werelions and werewolves were cursed in the wereworld. Their curse would be broken in the wereworld." "I just wish we did not have to come back now. We should have waited a little to search her house more thoroughly," Helia stated and Alecto gave her a sad smile. "I think your arrival is great timing," Alecto said. "And why is that?" "War just began between Khron and Wulfe."

And another. From the shadows, three wolves stepped into view—tall, broad-shouldered, and wrong. Their fur was patchy, their eyes glassy with that unnatural sheen that came from being marked by the curse. Bloodbound. Elena inhaled sharply. “I thought they were just stories.” “They were,” I said grimly. “Until the curse started feeding again.” The largest of the cursed wolves stepped forward. Its voice came through the bond, twisted and gnarled. She’s waking. The bond is forming.

“A cursed wolf is a bad omen. My wolf can wipe out the entire pack because it doesn't understand senses or emotions. The only thing it craves is blood.” “There must be a cure, right?” He forces a tight smile on his lips. “I can't be cured, Hailey.” “Nothing in this world can cure a cursed wolf. The Moon Goddess sent us without mates because we're so wild that we might end up killing our mates.” My head is spinning. He is in a worse situation than mine but standing so strong. “You know the rumor…” He rises to his feet, walks over to the lamp table next to the bed, opens the first drawer, and takes out the white first aid kit.

That is how all curses begin. The mark at my neck sears hot — Elara’s mark. My wolf howls, pain and power colliding. My control slips. Lucian shouts my name, but I can’t hear him anymore. The curse opens inside me like a door kicked off its hinges. Power surges, dark and molten, flooding my veins. My wolf rips free — bones snapping, fire under skin, the world narrowing to scent and fury. The witch’s power slams against me — but I’m no longer only Kael.

“Max is your Alpha. He has fought for you, bled for you, sacrificed for you. And this is how you repay him? With doubt the first time a rival whispers in your ear?” The pack wavered, but the doubt did not vanish. It lingered like a sickness. I forced a breath, steadying myself. “I am cursed,” I said, the words tasting like ash. The admission was a wound torn open, but there was no point in denial now. “Yes. The Moon Goddess has denied me a mate. But that curse does not define me. I have carved a place for us with my own hands, with my own blood. I built this pack, and I will not let Leonard tear it apart with his venom.”

What kind of bad luck was I cursed with? His aura suddenly turned hostile, and I lost all hope of escaping this unscathed. Keeping my eyes on him, I slowly bent to the floor, retrieving the two fighting knives always attached to my boot. A sinister smile covered his face. “Wrong choice,” he mumbled. Next thing, he crouched to the floor as well, clothes ripping and bones shifting as he transformed into a big brown wolf. Bad. Bad. Bad. This was terrible and I would die today. The wolf paced for a moment, baring sharp fangs at me. I had combat experience but it was nothing that could help me fight a fully transformed wolf.