Tiger's Curse Series Novels & Stories

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.

The fall air is mild and the sweet smell of damp leaves and pine settles me some. I strip all of my clothes off and leave them in a neatly folded pile beside me. The familiar ache of my muscles preparing for transition makes me eager to shift. I haven’t been in my wolf form since before I went to Bangor. The city offered no safe place to be in my wolf form. But here, the forest is ours. The change begins as a tightening beneath my ribs — a pull, deep and ancient. Heat surges through my veins. Bones realign with muted cracks. Muscles swell and stretch, reforming with brutal precision. My spine arches as power floods through me.

They snapped back on, and his mischievous, playful smirk was once again in place. “Curses have to be bound to something in order to take root. It can be a naturally reoccurring event. A lunar eclipse, meteor shower, or it can even be a bloodline. We don’t know how or why, but the curse has been bound using your family’s bloodline.” Resting his elbows on the countertop, he skewered me with his gaze until I squirmed. “The night those curses were placed on us, the Moon Goddess, Lunette, was abducted. We have consulted every oracle, and even the goddess of wisdom herself for answers. Each and every one points towards breaking the curse. Not only that, dear Blakely, but we have reason to believe

"Then why are you here?" Cassian took a breath. "There's a blood curse destroying my empire," he said, "my wolf is dying, my company is failing, everything is falling apart." I waited. "The pack elders say the only way to break it is through a mate bond," he continued, "which means you." "No," I said immediately. "I'm offering five million dollars," Cassian said, "one year of pretending to be my mate, then we go our separate ways." Five million would save the sanctuary, pay off every debt, and give Maya the life she deserved.

I whisper. He pulled me into his arms and his lips found mine in the darkness, his hands wandering over my back before reaching down and grabbing my ass, pulling me closer to him. I sigh in pleasure as sparks of passion flicker between us, my arms clinging around his neck in an effort to keep myself standing. Eventually we broke apart and he smiled sheepishly at me. "I want to take you on a proper date, if you'd let me. I know our time together has a time limit thanks to your curse, but I want to do this properly."

she said, guiding Marcy to the table and setting out children's books along with a jar of different treats. I put the old books back on the shelves, but my curiosity about the kind of books the bloody man read was something I couldn't resist. While Zoey taught Marcy, I went through Reis’s books. It was basically wolves and history… there was a book titled *Moon Curse*, re-written by Wulfstan Throne, 1684. I didn’t need to be told, the author was probably from Reis’s past generation. It was amusing to find out they had all been suffering from the curse since the 1600s.

"The moment her 'curse' claims a single Howlridge life. The moment one drop of pack blood is spilled because of her presence, you will not just reject her. You will be the one to open her throat. If you won't, I’ll make you watch while I do it myself. Is that clear, Heir?” ​“Crystal,” Sylus replied. ​My heart sank into my stomach. — "I will take you, Seris Sullivan, as my mate and wife, while my bones still stand and my blood still flows. I will shield you from blade and claw. I will hunt for you when you hunger. I will kill for you when you are threatened. And I will burn the world to ash before I let it take you from me." His grip on my hand tightened. "This I vow, before the Moon Goddess

Full and furious and close enough that I felt it in my chest. I stood with my back against the door and tried to make sense of what I was hearing. Wolves were after me. The same people Elira had warned me about, the ones she said were coming. But why wolves? The curse needed an Alpha to trigger and I hadn't triggered anything. So what did they want? Then Iris screamed. Not a scream of fear. A short sharp sound of pain, the kind that gets cut off fast, and I heard something heavy hit the floor and the tearing sound of furniture being shoved aside.

And all the while, in the back of their throats, was that low, bitter growl I knew too well: doubt. They doubted me. My blade split another rogue’s chest, blood spraying warm across my face. My lungs burned, my body screamed, but I kept fighting. Always fighting. Always pretending the curse hadn’t broken me. And then… The tide shifted. One by one, the rogues faltered. One by one, they retreated. Soon the clearing was littered with bodies, the grass slick with red. My men exhaled in relief. And I…I stood there, chest heaving, fury boiling inside me. Fury at Selene, at the curse, at the hollow silence where my wolf should have been.

He sees her — glowing, shaking, standing alone in the middle of a war — and all he knows is ours. My body moves before I can think. I’m off the wolf beneath me, charging toward her, claws digging furrows in the frozen ground. Wolves scatter out of my path, some stumbling, some throwing themselves aside on sheer instinct alone. The witch’s voice hisses across the fog. Yes. Come. Run to your ruin. My muscles lock. For one dizzying moment, I fight myself mid-stride, claws gouging deeper, teeth bared. Because the curse… the curse doesn’t want to protect her.