The Tiger's Curse Novels & Stories

Rain, hair plastered to her face, soaked clothes clinging, looking at me with something I cannot name, and then gone. “Do not,” the curse insists. “Do not hold onto her. She is a fragment. She is a mistake. She is not yours.” “Shut up,” I say. It is all thought, all raw force, and yet it is real enough. I feel the wolf bristle, spike, coil. “Do not fight this,” the curse says. “It is for your own good. You cannot align. You cannot win.” “Try me,” the wolf hisses, snapping at the walls and almost making a crack appear. I feel the edge of it. A ripple. Movement where there should be none.

"You're a full blooded Alpha, even on your mother's side. Even your parents knew you weren't normal. They told Connor you weren't normal, and they even understood the circumstances of your mating. I'll get back to that in a moment, but moving on. In the journal Hunter gave you, his grandmother was only ever able to heal herself. You not only healed your mother, but reversed a curse that even a witch said was impossible to remove. Plus, look at your hair. You said that, and I quote, "No other Tigress has had hair this white." Now explain that, along with the unnatural change in its color. In one day, it went from blonde that looked brown when wet to, never could be mistaken for brown, even if

She glanced over at the people again before looking back at the tiger. “Our people are afraid. Tera threatened to kill anyone who came here,” he explained. “Access to our animal sides is worth the risk, but it’s still a risk.” “Well, let’s get going then.” Hazel turned to the front of the line and raised her voice. “Only men will touch my mate, and only women will touch me. When it’s your turn, we’ll shake hands. You’ll feel your body sort of freeze, and you won’t be able to move. The curse embedded in us will take some of your energy, and leave you with access to your beast form again. As soon as the person in front of you can move again, you take their place.”

She pushed herself up slightly against the pillows, her voice ringing through the shadowed bedroom with surprising force. “Heartless people… You are demons!” she rasped, each word laced with venom. “You will regret what you’ve done to me. I curse you and your child. On the day I leave this world, I will charge you. I will take a life and ensure you live without peace. My spirit will haunt you until the end of your days!” Her voice echoed off the high ceilings, raw and haunting, before collapsing into a fit of coughing. Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse.

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Even from a distance, Li Wei had felt the oppressive aura of the monster - Curse. Curse was shaped like an enormous dragon, but looked ugly like a cursed creature from hell. This Curse was chained to a huge pillar that towered into the sky, and its footwear was a concrete floor. Despite this, Curse seems to be able to rotate 360 degrees, while spitting fire out of its mouth. ARRGH! There were many howls of pain from the fighters who were burned by Curse's fire attack. They were a group of fighters from the Order of No Fear. Li Wei got goosebumps looking at the atmosphere at that time.

What was even more terrifying was that the person behind this project was my ex-husband, Rick, a computer engineer. When he was designing the chip system, he used me buying a tie for my son as the test command. The result was that anyone with the chip would develop a deep-seated hatred for me and believe I was a monster who abused my child. In his supplementary command, he had programmed in a detail that the tie was what they made boys wear on Devil's Island. They would force boys to wear it before they used them. Thus, I went from being a mother dressing up her son to a monster dressing him up to offer him to the powerful and crooked.

She was lucky to have been captured by the lesser Vampires who did nothing but merely cleansed her of her curse. But she seemed to believe that letting the Vampires know that she and the other girl were werewolves would save them from being bought. That seemed to have worked for her because she was yet to meet someone like me. Someone who would buy her because of the fact that she had werewolf blood and torture her till her last breath.

"Now you’re awakening, and it’s all coming back. The power, the darkness, the curse." Lena felt a pang of dread settle deep in her chest. "What curse?" Adrian’s eyes flickered, as if the question struck too close to something he wasn’t ready to confront. "It’s a long story," he said softly. "But it’s one that we both have to face now. Together."

The symptoms were horrible. It began with a rattling cough and fatigue. Nothing serious…until it was. The curse specifically targeted a person’s wolf. Slowly draining the spirit’s energy and eating away at it until there was nothing left. It is brutal and painful. No person born with a wolf could survive it. There was no cure for the curse…none that did not involve the blackest of magic. I understood in that moment just why Katya wanted my daughters. I could not surpass the deep growl that built in my chest. “Then we have our case.”