The Winner's Curse Book Novels & Stories

"This place is full of talented beings. If you act discourteously, you might end up pissing off someone you can't afford to offend." While speaking, he retrieved a small red book from his pocket. It was the bounty hunter license issued by the Bounty Hunter Guild, which was recognized in the entire Arcane Realm. The license Skoll had classified him as an S-tier bounty hunter. Carlin widened his eyes in shock. According to his knowledge, only ten beings had the S-tier bounty hunter license. Any one of them could single-handedly wipe out an entire pack. That was the alarming strength they had. "The blood of both the werewolves and the dragonkin runs through my veins," Skoll smugly declared. "Bo

Gabriel said, he never wanted to share that with anybody, he was scared of what they would think of him. “How did it happen?” Gordon asked, cleaning the tears off his face, he was surprised about Gabriel’s reveal and was glad that someone shares the same dilemma as him. “Well… I was burdened with the possible reality that I may never get my wolf back. I missed Fluffy, I felt bad for leaving my illness for him to bear alone. I thought he became dormant, never to come again, as everyone said. “I told Minx about it one day, she said she knows a way to activate my curse again, some wolf blood witches that didn’t want a part in magic usually used this method and never practiced magic to make thei

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

“I’m afraid Imara may not be so easy. Ben at least understands that his life isn’t correct. He knows he doesn’t belong in Savannah among all this opulence. Imara won’t even acknowledge that something is amiss. She’s not concerned at all that it isn’t the 1890’s anymore and she won’t see the ring on her finger or the mark on her neck. Her denial is endless.” Jasper scratched his head, messing up his dark curly hair. He pushed himself back in his chair and crossed his leg on top of his knee. “I haven’t seen this curse in a lot of years. There’s almost no information on it. I have researchers working in the library as we speak. Don’t worry, Thorin, we’re going to get this thing straightened out

Lyra crossed her arms, though it did nothing to steady the strange energy still buzzing beneath her skin. “I didn’t cast anything,” she said. “I didn’t even know what I was doing.” “You touched me during a curse surge,” he replied. “With oracle magic.” “And that means what, exactly?” Cassian exhaled slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully. “It means the conditions were… volatile.” She stared at him. “That’s your explanation?” “It’s the only one I have right now.” Lyra dragged a hand through her hair, pacing once across the library.

The world outside looked like a cottage core dream. Selena turned around and grimaced. The shrine—her cursed assignment—was still gloomier than a tax office, with thunderclouds coiling ominously above it like it had committed several felonies. And the worst part? The storm was exclusive. It hovered only above the shrine, like nature itself had obvious favoritism.

While most dismissed her as a harmless eccentric, there were others who swore she practiced old magic. “Enough,” Finlay snapped. “I’ll hear nae more gossip about curses. Moira’s ill, and that’s all there is tae it.” But even as he dismissed the notion aloud, a seed of doubt took root in his mind. Could Ailsa have stooped so low as to dabble in witchcraft? The thought troubled him deeply, though he tried to focus on the discussions at hand. Elsewhere, Ailsa sat in the dim light of her chambers, a triumphant smile playing at her lips. The crone’s warnings echoed faintly in her mind—Magic always demands its payment—but she brushed them aside.

“I’m fine. Just tired. Have my supper sent to my room.” I head upstairs but end up in the library instead. There has to be something — some record, some myth. I’ve never heard of brothers sharing a mate. Hours pass in a blur of pages and dust. My frustration grows heavier, dulled only by the bottle I found tucked behind an old grimoire. The burn in my throat does nothing to quiet her presence in my head. Her face flashes again. I slam the final book shut. Fuck. There’s a soft knock on my door. I take a small whiff of the air. I pick up Amber's scent.

" She held up her wrist, showcasing a sparkling green bracelet. Then, she smirked, pointing at the simple bracelet on my wrist. "Do you really think Ethan bought that especially for you? It's just a freebie that came with mine. You're only fit for my hand-me-downs!" I glanced down at my bracelet. It was a birthday gift from Ethan a few months ago, and I had always treasured it even though it was not expensive. Yet, it had unexpectedly become Mandy's tool for humiliation, a weapon to wound me.

I muttered out loud to myself, oblivious of my humming pendant. I felt my eyes become teary and my throat dry but I couldn't stop now. This is the only chance I will ever have to pour out my heart “While others found their mates and got their wolf gifts, I felt left out and like something was wrong with me. I never got to hunt with the pack, run in the forest, or experience transformation. All I could do was watch from the sidelines as everyone else figured things out. I started to believe that I was cursed and decided to give up hope of ever connecting with my wolf, finding my mate or falling in love. The incident with my brother only reinforced my decision to give up. I thought there was n