The Tiger's Curse Novels & Stories

I just hope that the man didn't recognize me because he only saw my face for about a second. Now I believe in the saying that "curiosity kills the cat" because it looks like my curiosity will be a cause of my death. Fearing that those mysterious men might be following me, I suddenly entered the open gate of a large house. But my luck seems to have run out because the gate I entered was owned by a scary creature. A creature that looks like a human but has thick fur all over its body just like a dog with sharp fangs and sharp claws. I know what kind of creature it is. A werewolf. I never knew that werewolf is real because I only read about them in books and see them in movies. But the surprise

The air crackled with malevolent energy. Talia’s eyes widened. “They’ve summoned the Blood Curse.” Selene’s stomach clenched. The Blood Curse; a forbidden spell that could strip wolves of their power and turn them feral. A dangerous, desperate move. “I’m ending this,” Selene snarled. “Stay close.” Together, they stormed the estate, cutting through guards as they made their way to the tower. The corridors were a maze of shadows, but Selene knew them well. Talia dispatched stragglers while Selene focused on the path ahead.

But Uncle Tobias had always been trustworthy, and if my heritage was as significant as he claimed, perhaps he had knowledge that could help. "Kai's former mate was a hybrid—part witch, part wolf," I explained. "She placed a curse on him that turns his feelings for me into violent impulses. The closer we get, the stronger the curse becomes, until he can't control his actions." Uncle Tobias's eyes widened. "A witch-wolf hybrid? Those are extremely rare, and extremely dangerous. Their magic can affect us in ways normal witch magic can't." "That's what makes the curse so powerful," I agreed. "They're trying to find her grimoire—her spell book. They think it might contain the counter-curse."

The moment the blood touched her tongue, she sighed in relief, the flavor bursting across her senses like the first rays of dawn after a long night. She drank three glasses before she could speak. “It was horrible, Father. The humans, their scent, their blood… I couldnae focus. And the pain… it was like nothin’ I’ve ever felt before.” Her father sat across from her, his expression thoughtful. “It was nae just hunger,” he said. “The curse weighed heavy on ye. It’s a dangerous thing, magic wielded with hate.” “Who would do such a thing?” Moira asked, though the answer was already forming in her mind.

But maybe, just maybe, if we broke the curse, this would end differently. “My good wolf is bound by that curse,” Johnson said. His eyes were locked on the stone. “I know,” Dagny said. “But I think if we break the curse, your good wolf will not be bound anymore.” “Your wolf was crazy strong,” Liam said. “The good one. We all saw it with our own eyes. The only reason it hasn't been able to defeat your bad wolf yet,” Liam continued, “is because of the curse.” I inhaled a sharp breath.

These men feared me, respected me but fear did not erase curiosity. When the doors finally slid shut behind the last executive, i allowed myself to breathe, the glass walls reflecting only my own image back at me. Perfect suit. Controlled expression. A man untouchable by the world, but could be destroyed by a curse. The pain surged again, stronger this time. I staggered toward the window, my palm slamming against the glass as the city sprawled beneath me but none of it mattered. Because the curse had returned. “You’re late Nath,” Mara’s voice said from behind me.

Wolves tearing each other apart. Bodies covering stone temples. Silver-eyed women screaming while dark creatures rose from beneath the earth itself. I gasped painfully. “What is this?” The woman stepped closer. “The beginning of your curse.” “My curse?” Her expression darkened. “You think only Marten is cursed?” Cold fear slid through me. “No…” “Marten inherited the beast.” The blue flames surged higher. “You inherited the balance meant to chain it.” I stared at her numbly. “I don’t understand.” “You will.”

I use all my willpower not to scream as the tendrils keep crawling all over me This has been my fate. My curse is growing. The tendrils appear so often now. It had been quiet for months. From the moment Danika arrived at my pack, the constant burning from the tendrils had faded away and I had not even noticed that I was cursed. I'd been able to sleep through the night without waking up clawing at my skin and trying not to scream. My wolf had been calmer, more stable. Now my wolf is an untameable beast! Now it's back worse than ever.

He was already feeding his life force into me. His heartbeat became mine. His strength poured through every wound, every vein. The sigil beneath us exploded in light so bright it seared the air. I saw fragments—visions flashing like broken glass: the Moon Goddess, her eyes weeping light; a wolf made of stars; the curse twisting into smoke. Then—darkness broke. The ground split beneath me with a sound like thunder, and for one blinding moment, I felt it—the curse screaming as it was ripped away from my soul. It fought, but it was outnumbered. The moon itself had turned against it.

The silence that followed wasn’t empty—it was thick, humming, full of something unseen pressing against her skin. Finally, the leader raised a hand. The air between them rippled, and a shape began to form—an image woven from mist and moonlight. Zara saw a wolf, black as night, its eyes molten gold. It was chained by something not metal, but shadow, its fur smoking where the restraints touched. “The curse you seek,” the leader said, “was forged in the heart of the Forgotten Vale. It binds not only the flesh, but the soul. Break the body, and the soul will remain bound. Break the soul, and the curse will scatter—but so will the one it binds.”