Novel & Cerita The Tiger's Curse

He stumbles back, gaping at me. "What are you doing?" I snap. "I'm sorry. I'm out of my mind." He turns away, digging his hands into his hair. "You are," I gasp back, unable to reign back my surprise. "Don't forget, Carran, the curse still runs rampant. You failed your end of the deal, and the fact that you think it's okay to come in here and declare attraction for me is insane." "We are resolving the curse issue," he assures me, although him and I both know he is lying. "We will figure it out shortly, but trust me, Sire being back would cause more problems then it would fix."

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

She gasped too as soon as she did. "The Solutions to all my curses," Rendall read aloud. "Flip through it and find ours," Helia said eagerly and Rendall began to do what she had asked me to. He flipped through the pages carefully until he stumbled on a heading. "The Destined Curse of The Werewolves and Werelions," Helia read aloud. "Destined Curse?" Rendall asked and they both looked at each other. They looked back at the book and frowned. "You've got to be kidding me," Helia frowned. The page they were both looking at was torn. The only thing that was left was the heading.

Cursed from birth, Tristan had to suffer the hereditary curse passed down to him because of the sins of his father. His father Mateo had killed his cousin brother who was supposed to be the Alpha and took over the Alpha position and in doing so, he angered the moon goddess and so she placed a curse on Mateo and his son who had been born then. Tristan had to endure the hate of his pack members from a very young age. He didn't know what he did and why they hated him for he caused no harm nor pain to anyone and as he grew up, he began to ask questions and finally he got an answer from his father himself who had told him of the crime he had committed and the curse placed on their family.

Amusement seemed to twitch at the corners of his sensuous lips, his sweet patchouli tempting, almost having me twirling around to wrap him in a headless kiss. "Listen carefully because I know how clumsy you can get," Keegan's voice cut through my reverie, barking instructions at me. Alpha Levi's wolf is cursed and until this curse is uplifted then his wolf is bound to deteriorate in strength by the day. It seemed like it was starting to.

Even as I snarled, “I will tear you apart with my bare hands.” But before I could, my body locked up, seized by a force I didn’t understand. My breath stuttered, my pulse hammering in my skull as whatever curse he had placed on me dug deeper, branding itself inside me. I felt my dragon form breaking, twisting into something lesser, something in-between. One of my men shouted in horror. Another rushed forward to steady me, but I shoved him off. I would not fall in front of them. I would not show weakness. The wizard wiped at his face with shaking hands. He was still crying.

Hector explained, visibly unsettled. "MY PUP HAS A CURSE IN HIS BODY. She knew that." My voice had dropped into a snarl, my wolf starving for retribution. "Did she not stop for a single second to consider that it could make things worse?" "It was just a song, sir, passed down through generations. Mrs. Torres had no idea it would trigger the advancement of the curse." Hector's expression made clear he was prepared for whatever measure I deemed necessary. "Send that chant to Ton. I want the professor to read the runes and find the connection to what is happening right now." There was no more room for waiting or deliberation. I needed to act. The wolf inside me refused to keep waiting on everyo

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”

Morwen led us to the wooden table and gestured for us to sit. Alistair sank into a chair, his breathing shallow. I sat beside him, refusing to let go of his hand. "The witch's curse is old magic," Morwen said, pouring dark liquid into three cups. "It's designed to destroy a wolf from the inside out. First the connection to their animal. Then their strength. Then their will to live." "Is there a cure?" I asked. Morwen slid a cup toward me. "There is always a cure. But it comes with a price."