The Cursed Werewolf Novels & Stories

For one, if John was indeed going to teach this guy how to be a werewolf, which he most certainly couldn’t do, he might as well not let his butler be the one to bring up the history. And it was a rather shameful one, for anyone who considered themselves a decent person. Or at least, that’s what he thought. “Okay... Where to start...?” he said, mostly to himself, still a little uncertain as to how to put it all in words. And hopefully not boring the other person or offending him. But in hindsight, he thought, this situation was indeed better than if he would tell it later. “So,” he started. “the two races are from humans who were blessed by the Moon Goddess with her magic. Or at least, that’s

, 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.

they laughed together. Octavia did play her music, but it wasn't any song I had heard, the melodies were strange with swaying notes and tuneful pitches. It pierced through the night air and gave me goosebumps. And a moment later, the grass around us stirred. I heard growling sounds coming from the dark. Then I almost jumped onto Octavia, because there were about ten or twenty mountain wolves coming from nowhere. They opened their jaws and growled, surrounding the vampires. The bodyguards' eyes widened in shock as they squeezed against each other. I had never thought that Octavia could even charm even wolves.

My mom used to tell me a story about a cursed werewolf and that's what i thought Autumn was. A cursed werewolf is a human that is cursed to be a wolf. They are bigger than the born wolf. They have the treble strength of a normal werewolf. Even an Alpha only doubled a normal werewolf strength. They ran faster than any human being in the world. But, their wolf wasn't as nice as the normal werewolves. They often lose control and they're the most powerful werewolf in the world. There were only a few of them all around the globe and a lot of them killed themselves. My mom said humans are so weak. They can't handle the strong wolf inside them so they better die than suffer. The curse broke when th

Logan said as he went over to the guy. As if I would leave. I needed to drown my spirits. One thing about being a cursed werewolf was the fact that you could actually get drunk and it would last few minutes before clearing up. Unlike the other full fledged werewolves who could never get drunk unless weakened by poison or wolfsbane.

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."

“These marks are a warning. They tell of a curse that has plagued this land for centuries.” I examined the symbols, recognizing some of them from my research on werewolf folklore. “This curse... does it have anything to do with the rogue werewolf?” Jacob nodded solemnly. “The rogue werewolf is a manifestation of the curse. It’s been driven mad, its humanity stripped away. It’s drawn to places of power, like this one.” A sudden rustling in the bushes made us all turn. Out of the shadows stepped a group of figures, their eyes glowing eerily in the dim light. Werewolves. But these weren’t the hostile creatures I had expected. They looked wary, but not aggressive.

Alpha Abel said as Adriana placed a kiss on his cheek before running off towards the sanctuary before he could do anything else "Bye, see you later" Adrian said before she disappeared into the sanctuary, Alpha Abel chuckled as he ran back to the pack meeting house for the meeting he was having with Carmen and the rest I'm about ten minutes. ****** He got to the meeting house just in time before Alpha Carmen got to the meeting. The meeting was about the current rise in rouge attacks in the werewolf kingdom, and it's getting bad each day As soon as Alpha Abel walked into the building, Alpha Carmen walked in also as everyone rose to welcome him.

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.