The Tiger's Curse Novels & Stories

He consoled his soul with a word his mom taught him ' one who attacks from the back is still a learner ' and perhaps his soul accepted it. " What happened to you?" Dawlish asked. " I went hunting for food," Theresa said. " That still doesn't explain what I asked you. Why are you bleeding?" Dawlish said. " Who did this to you?" " I said I was hunting for food," Theresa screamed. " Just tell me what happened to you." He asked. Tears welled up in her eyes. " I think I saw my son today. Our Cursed." " Do you mean Cursed did this to you?"

All members of the criminal organization would be in attendance that day. Lilies were Carmen's favorite flower, so her bouquet was made out of them. Yet, when the ceremony began, Carmen saw Evan standing up ahead with a bouquet of roses—my favorite flowers. Though she had a puzzled look in her eye, she continued making her way toward him. With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act."

But it didn't. Because of Curtis' counterattack, the tiger pinned him down, opening its menacing jaws. Curtis felt completely drained, struggling even to lift his eyelids due to his headache. How could he possibly muster the strength to fight an adult tiger? He couldn't even push the tiger's paw off his chest. Knowing for sure that this tiger would be the end of him, Curtis mustered all his strength to desperately cling to his last bit of consciousness and cried out to Margot, "Margot, quickly go and call Branden over!"

Ziom growled low in my skull, restless, uneasy. The curse… it is awake. For years, I had carried it quietly, the punishment laid upon me by the Moon Goddess for my father’s sins. It had been dormant for months, weakened by Zara’s absence, softened by distance. But now… it has begun hunting me. I could feel it moving through the territories, sniffing, testing, probing for weakness. My wolf thrashed in frustration. It comes for you, Alpha. You cannot hide. I clenched my fists. I am not afraid of it. Yet a flicker of unease gnawed at me. The curse was cunning, patient, and relentless. And I could feel it circling closer, like a predator sensing its prey.

' Whips cracked rhythmically now, marking our skin red, each lash sending jolts that funneled the curse toward release. Tessa moaned loud, body trembling. 'Almost... oh gods, Silas!' Her walls spasmed, orgasm hitting her like a wave, pulling me over the edge. I buried deep, cum flooding her ass as we peaked together— ecstatic double release, bodies locked in the chains. In that moment, our daughter stirred, crawling somehow toward us, her tiny fangs bared. She latched onto my arm with a magical claiming bite, sharp and binding, drawing the curse into her like a sponge.

Real fear. “Charlie—” I choked out, holding out a hand toward him, fingers trembling violently. “Don’t—don’t get close. I can’t—control—” But he ignored me. Of course he did. He pushed himself up, coughing, stumbling to his knees, then his feet. His eyes were bright with terror—but not of me. Of losing me. And that was somehow worse. He took a step forward. My entire body convulsed. The curse surged. My breath ripped out of me in a broken, strangled sound. The Wicked roared in my skull, clawing at my mind.

King Manor asked intrigued. “She doesn’t, she’s cursed with some kind of spell that keeps her alive forever but always in a state of dying. Her body decays and regenerate repeatedly, she is currently trying to find a way to break the curse. If her and the White Tiger are working together then the White Tiger must have a way to help her or she wouldn’t be going to these lengths for him.” Soko said, hoping that his father takes the bait. If he can get his father focused on trying to find out about the witch and her powers, it should distract him long enough to give the alpha a head start.

The heavy weight of their eyes trailed after me as I moved towards the sanctuary of my father’s office. The familiar space was suffocating, the remnants of my past clinging like shadows. I braced myself against the mahogany table, the wood groaning under the pressure of my grip. My wolf, weakened and feeble, was buried under the weight of the curse, and as I pleaded for strength, the voices clawed, relentless and cruel, repeating their chilling refrain: *Touch them, end them, pass it on.* Each iteration fed the horrifying truth I tried so desperately to deny—that the curse sought to consume, to perpetuate its malevolence through me. But there was still resistance, a flicker of will that woul

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 wished he would drop dead the same way and kill the bloodline along with himself. I reacted before any of my pack members, swatting up a paw to knock him down on his face mid-shift. His tiger nose met the dirt, filling his brilliant white teeth with mud. Sputtering and coughing, he rolled over, making yet another mistake. I sank my fangs into the ivory of his exposed belly. Howling in a frenzy, Ernest slammed his massive, half-formed paws at me, but my attack had slowed his morphing process. “You can’t have them! It will ruin you! The curse will take everything you have,” he screamed in his half-shifted form, spittle flying from his mouth.