The Cursed Werewolf Novels & Stories

● Numerous other disposal characters Cursed children plot Four teenage boys are cursed by the goddess, Hecate, after they desecrate he shrine on a night out. She curses them to transform into bloodthirsty werewolves every night on a full moon. After murdering innocent townsfolk and subsequently their loved ones but waking up bloody with no recollections of the night before. The are left with no option but to leave town after they are found and hunted down by the furious townsfolk. Their group of four begin their travels together in search of answers to their questions and a cure to what they believe to be an ailment.

I sucked in a breath. Not from pain. From the way she touched me. For a second, neither of us moved. Her lips parted as if she was about to say something— Another horn blasted through the air. More hunters. I clenched my fists. “This isn’t over,” I said. She nodded, Before we could realise it, warriors came through. Elara immediately healed me and I shifted back to my wolf. This set if hunters were not able to shift. They were known as the cursed. Birthed by a werewolf but unable to shift. They remained human.

The once-feared tyrant king, now broken and bound, looked utterly helpless. “I was cursed,” he began, his voice trembling. “Cursed in a way I never understood. Werewolves were taboo in this kingdom—I had to hide it. For years, I lived in fear of being exposed.” His eyes grew distant, lost in memory. “Then I met a shaman. He told me the cure was witch’s blood—the blood of a witch your heart beats for. The blood of the witch you love.”

Eliss ordered. " The pack is cursed by the which turning the alpha to the destroyer of his own pack .Alpha would turn all mad , each paying day .Mostly it was always the wolf of alpha's who would take the control causing destruction.Before it could happen, Alpha bears a child and goes away from the pack. So away from that no one , the other alpha's from before are alive or not.

They swear that they had been working tirelessly to bring my son home but I do not know if I believe anyone. His clothes, the one he wore the day before his disappearance stays warm in my hand. I take a whiff of his scent and then get frustrated at myself for not being able to hold his scent in my nose. I am a werewolf but a useless one. I am a werewolf but a cursed one who has never been able to turn. A lying cursed wolf who has had to fake being a real werewolf every full moon by hiding away while everyone else turns to their wolf form.

What about them? '' I had gone to buy some groceries. It was then the women from our pack were discussing them. I overheard their conversations. They were saying that the human hunters are hunting us werewolves for money. They are killing us and selling our fur and bones along with our meat. There's a rumor that our meat can cure any kind of disease. And believing that they are hunting us down. It's all happening in the town beside us. They are hunting us and some of our kind are helping them to identify us. I can't believe they are doing this for money also,'' Bella said with a disgusted face that was not visible to Rain.

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.

She had barely managed to bark the words Wait, we need to plan first, when the infuriating beast had burst out of the grand hall, heading for the borders. Kendra knew how important the pack was to the Alpha… he was as possessive of it as a mother wolf was of her cubs, but he didn’t know how many of the curers were out there, and granted… he was a very powerful wolf, but a few Silver weapons too many, and he would be just like a normal human being— completely mortal and at the mercy of the evil humans. Now a little background on the origin of the werewolf curse. The werewolf curse had infected a select few about a century ago, around the 1500s.

They were a mystery. “Are you cursed?” I ask, meeting his eyes in an instant. Damon seems to be a little taken back by my question but he covers it up with a chuckle, “No but my species are cursed. You can say that,” “Your species?” “Werewolves. Humans that can change into wolves,” He replies before clearing his throat, “We are all descendants of a cursed man. He was a human, an ordinary human, until one day he just . . . wasn’t.”

Mateo raised his hand with saga-like violent eyes, ready to kill the healer with his own hand. The healers immediately knelt down and bow to Mateo, “Your Majesty, please calm down! There is a way to save the Queen!” Mateo lowered his hand and look at the doctor with a sharp look, “Tell me, what’s the way?” “The curse was created by a witch. The witch must know how to undo it too.” Mateo narrowed his eyes. It looks like he had no other choice. He can only visit the witches who had received the werewolf's protection.