The Tiger's Curse Novels & Stories

This was an year old picture of him standing topless for the playboy magazine. "Now what the hell is wrong with her?" Troy frowned and then walked out of the office instantly, wiping away the sweat from his forehead. The only person Troy was afraid of was his grandmother, Mrs. Herarld Dawson, his only living family. Troy was closest to her grandmother ever since he was born and perhaps that is why she was the only person who could control the untammed tiger.

Alexander didn’t look like a tattoo artist, his tall frame and dangerous aura suggested otherwise, the ever good Faith white who can read people easily couldn’t guess for the life of her who was this man and why she can not move away from him. He turns to her with the tattoo gun in hand, she steps back and an amusement glint shine in his eyes. “Sacred?” He challenged. Those challenging eyes and their effect on her infuriated her, she squares her shoulder. She won’t run away or cower because some sexy dark greek guy puts her off or rather ignite something unknown and overwhelming in her. “No,” “Where would you like it then?” He comes to her with a smirk and she turns away facing the full-leng

She probably doesn’t even feel the same draw of emotions that the bond was creating between us because she’s already damaged inside. “Listen to what?” I said venomously. I’m starting to actually believe that they seriously did something to my brother to get him acting this way about her. Did they curse him or something? I wouldn’t put it past them. How the hell am I going to break this curse? “She’s the one who sent you the location Adrian! She helped me in exchange for sparing her life. I gave her my word and I won’t let anyone break it for me, not even you brother. You of all people should know a thing or two about an alpha’s word” he said intensely.

He was at my side in a flash and held my hands when I heard the crash behind me. The motorbike. It crashed into the pole behind us. The biker fell just some inches away from me without a helmet. The crimson liquid flowed from his forehead and painted his whole face, red. I was never a fan of horror or gore. That was it. Slowly my eyes felt too weak to stay open to see anything happening. My ears lost all the power to hear any sound. The feeling of holding the puppy in my arms was also gone as soon as I met the darkness.

A Fenrisúlfr. They said he once swallowed a mountain whole because someone insulted his master's tea preferences. That he brought ruin to the Western Empire when a bureaucrat called Nexus "just a soil god." That he once bit the arm off a sun deity and won the lawsuit. And now… this spirit—the wolf, the shadow, the living catastrophe in a handsome meat suit—was supposedly bound as a familiar. To Nexus. Who had gone missing. And now Selena Collins, a woman who didn’t flinch at vending machine ghosts and had the spiritual awareness of a cat who just walked through a séance, was bearing the glowing mark of his succession.

"My children are dying." "Yes," the Cursemaker said gently, as if mourning their fate himself. His tone carried genuine sorrow, which somehow made it more terrible. "They carry splinters of an ancient curse. Not meant for them. Not bred into their bloodline through generations of sin. Planted deliberately, with surgical precision." I froze, my breath catching in my throat. "Planted? By whom?" His smile widened, revealing teeth made of fossilized screams, but no warmth reached his sewn eyes. "The betrayal breathes in your shadow, Queen of Wolves. Closer than your breath, nearer than your heartbeat. You will see its face when your blood waters the earth."

“The night I first got my wolf, I was cursed but I don’t know who placed the curse on me. All I know is that the curse was placed on me by a woman because I hear her voice in my head sometimes. My parents and I did everything we could to break the curse, but in the end, our research led us to a cure.” “And by cure you mean me?” “Yes.” “But how?” “Daisy, you are a hybrid and you come from two powerful bloodlines. You’re a half-witch and half-wolf, and you’re an Alpha’s descendant, not just any ordinary shewolf. The cure to the curse demands that I must be bound to a hybrid like you and the bond will break the curse, but if that doesn’t happen, my fate will end up being to suffer until death f

Teacher Lavin claps both of his hands to Teo quick responses. “Yes, that's the reason why it was called the curse planet. Because every wolf and vampire that live there that get caught by someone that had the ability to hunt and tame or can also be called a ‘Hunter’ in the mouth of humans in there will burn them with fire alive and watch them scream in agony until they can no longer make any more sound”

“I thought the Moon Wolf Spring would cure the curse in you, Dominic. Why isn’t it gone yet? It just healed your injuries.” Tears started to run down my face as I looked at him with despair in my eyes. I couldn’t understand what I was feeling at that moment. I was more disappointed because it only felt as if nothing had happened. I looked at the dark veins that were spreading from his arm right to his chest, and it was just becoming so much worse; it terrified me. “The old man.” He cupped my face and then forced me to stare into his eyes. “You heard him tell you that the origin of the curse is in the Wolf Tomb, right?”

Sebastian pointed to the emerald tiger hanging around Mike's neck and said, "Madam Connolly, look carefully. This Five Demon Wealth Transfer curse can be revealed and reversed!" Panic flashed on Rachel's face, and she cried out in fear, "W-What did you say? It can be reversed? I don't know what you're talking about! You're a fraud!" Sebastian scoffed and said, "You won't give up until the end, will you?" He raised a hand, made a complicated sign with his fingers, and muttered an incantation. Then, he added it to the emerald tiger. The emerald tiger immediately began to glow with a piercing light.