The Cursed Werewolf Novels & Stories

Austin growls at Curtis to hurry up his sentences. Curtis, shaking his head said, “Loosen the hold. I can't breath." “Not until you tell me something worthy.” Curtis felt like his eyeballs is about to roll backward and managed to squeal, “Our task.” “Ah-huh.” “Yesssss,” wheezed Curtis. "Our task is..." Austin laughed and his eyes turned black as night. Curtis gasped in horror. He knows who this alpha is. This werewolf isn’t anyone to mess with. He have heard of tales of him. Stories that were written about him. Of the olden age.

she whispers, the soft tremor of her voice reflecting the intensity of her need for answers. With trembling hands, she pries open the lid of the chest, revealing yellowed parchments crammed within, each page a fragile connection to her past. As she begins to read the documents, her heart races—a torrent of emotions floods her senses, each word igniting fury, sorrow, and disbelief. "Your father waged war against werewolves while hiding one in his own home,” Blackwell says, his voice laced with bitterness. “You were cursed in your mother’s womb as retribution for his crusade, and they feared you would be killed if anyone discovered what you were.”

"I am sure that you are well aware of the alpha's curse." "Curse?" She looked at him with a creased forehead. He nodded. "Those lines on his chest." Only then, Castellana remembered the time when Alaric did show it to her inside his office. It never occurred to her that it was a curse. She could not help but wonder who could have had such audacity to curse that merciless wolf? "I did not curse him. Vampires like me do not have that kind of power. If we did, then the werewolf race would have been long gone."

I flipped another page and traced the lines slowly. “…cursed wolves lose the ability to shift when rejected by the moon goddess or when forbidden by ancient blood oaths. The pain usually intensifies near the full moon…” I paused. Cursed wolves? I reread the line again. Then again. Something clicked. Could Caspian be… cursed? But who would curse him? And why? He was powerful, and they feared him. He was literally called the Alpha of Alphas. I sat up straight and grabbed another book. My fingers shook as I flipped through the yellowed pages.

“Your grandmother was cursed by Sabrina, a witch who wanted your grandfather. She cursed her with barrenness. Desperate, your grandmother sought the witches for help. Sabrina was among them. She laced the spell with something darker. I was born cursed, unable to love. Seeing women as tools. And every full moon, a beast consumed me. Your mother broke it. Her love freed me.” His voice shifted. “But the curse was passed to my first son.” Me. “A prophecy said you would kill Sabrina. When you confronted her, she cursed you again that you would never feel the bond of a mate. Never be redeemed.” The room felt smaller. “What else?” I asked. “The only way to break both curses permanently is through S

This book is much,' I retorted with my eyes brushing through the back cover. I sighted one that really caught my attention. 'A werewolves curse.' I read the title loud and clear and so, I walked to pick it up. It is small and pretty sure it will have lots of information loaded within its pages. I can just take my seat and go through the pages of this one. I won't have any problem reading it at all. I picked it up and walked back to my study room with it. Opening it, the first letter in it is so boring. I don't feel like reading it. I just dislike it, but do I have a choice?

I let out a short laugh, remembering the first time I found out that Crebreus was mad, I drank wolfsbane to try to put him into a deep sleep. He was NOT happy when he woke up. [Gave ME hell.] Cerberus grunted at me. "Maybe that's why you lost your wolf?" Willa tilted her head, twisting her fingers with an anxious tone. I knew she wanted to help, but Crebreus was cursed. Curses can't be cured. "No...I lost my wolf before that, but I could still get poisoned by wolfsbane." "Ohh..." Willa sighed with such disappointment in her eyes, and I felt my heart ache at her sorrow.

And I’ll have to ask Aldrich if he's willing to offer his blood. After our discussion about how the first Cursed Ones gained entry into Altair, I’m convinced that Werewolves are magical beings as well. If I’m successful in carrying out the ritual, it will prove once and for all that the shapeshifting ability of the Werewolves is indeed a form of magic, and they very much deserve to live in Altair like all other magical beings.

Years ago, a witch cast a prophecy over me. She said I was the cursed wolf, an abomination who would bring the pack to ruin. My parents believed it completely. Locked me in the cellar that same night and left me to starve. My older sister, Sia, fought like hell to keep me alive. When the pack came for me, she stood in front of every single one of them, crying as she tried to shield me. "She's not an abomination. She's never hurt anyone." Because of those words, when the Alpha fell for her but still feared me, that so-called abomination, I volunteered for exile. Walked away from the pack forever. Before I left, I gave Sia a charm. Told her, if anyone ever laid a hand on her, just speak into i

Let's start first with the cursed werewolves. The cursed werewolves: Are the werewolves that shift for the first time only after activating the werewolf curse. The cursed werewolves might live their entire life as humans if they never activate their curse, which ends up activated only if the cursed werewolf dies the death of any living creature.