The Cursed Werewolf Novels & Stories

Her voice rent in the air. A few minutes later, the Alphas came, and I could see the looks on their faces. They stared at me in contempt. “This she-wolf is cursed. Her wolf is destructive, and it will bring nothing but destruction and death to her kind.” Alpha Cato started. The other werewolves and she-wolves chanted in support. “Yes. Kill the wolf of destruction!”

I said, starting to remember. “Yes. In her envy, Lunara stole Solara’s worshippers beneath the cover of night. She twisted them with her power, making them into creatures of strength and loyalty yet bound to her will alone. They became the first werewolves, fierce hunters who bowed to the moon and turned their backs on the sun. “This betrayal split the heavens. From that day, the sisters waged an endless war: Solara’s light against Lunara’s night.” “So if it’s not a myth, that means the prophecy is true?” Rohan asked.

“I have a job for you.” The line was quiet for a second. Then a chuckle. “Thought you were done with me, Drake.” “This one’s worth your time,” I said. “Who?” “A wolf named Clarkson. Used to be an ally. He’s gone rogue, and he’s hiding with a witch and a wizard… possibly descendants of Ravenna.” There was a pause. “Witchblood?” the voice asked. “Yes,” I hissed. “Strong ones. They’ve protected him. But I need him dead. I don’t care what it takes.”

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

“You mean, you can kill him?” Edmond asked the lady sitting on the couch of his Alpha mansion. “I can curse him. That curse can kill him.” Rita, an evil witch, had one goal in her life. To be the leader of her coven and for that, she had to be the strongest of them. “What kind of a curse?” Edmond frowned. “A werewolf dies when it doesn’t turn. It’s a slow process but it’s death at the end of the day.” She informed, smirking at him.

Cessair in his beastly form walked out of the cave to meet the dead bodies of those tasked to keep him in, they were slashed by what looked like claws as though a werewolf had been what was responsible for their demise but it was no werewolf, it was Death who let the devil out of his box. The curse effect could be felt negatively by every wolf in the pack. Celeste and the witches with the aid of the pack's head doctor Clarissa were tending to the wolves in the pack infirmary, trying to render as much help as possible, especially to the younger wolves, so they could survive the night.

The more he thought of his life, his mission and the things that could possibly happen, the more confused and worried he was. He had never been one to back down from a challenge but he was having two doubts. He began to have imaginations of him dying in this world and not going back to that world. 'Cursed wolf' That word resurfaced in his head and he recalled that was when it all started. That was when he decided he was going to break the curse because he couldn't stand the hate and disgust in the eyes of his pack members whenever they looked at him. Just as Tristan came down from his car, he saw Jade behind the man he was coming to meet.

She was lucky to have been captured by the lesser Vampires who did nothing but merely cleansed her of her curse. But she seemed to believe that letting the Vampires know that she and the other girl were werewolves would save them from being bought. That seemed to have worked for her because she was yet to meet someone like me. Someone who would buy her because of the fact that she had werewolf blood and torture her till her last breath.

Her people deserted her, saying she was a disgrace to them because high priestesses were above marriage, they were forbidden from getting married, or even having a child. They were lenient with Avery, they didn’t stop her when they noticed that she was seeing Edward because she was outstanding in her lessons. They never thought it would distract her. Avery, not knowing the outcome of her baby’s race, laid a curse on all the werewolves. They were stuck in their wolf form until the full moon when they’d be free from the curse and become humans. Avery faced the shame, luckily with the support of some high-ranked witches, she wasn’t dethroned. She bore her child, a hybrid of werewolf and witch.

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.