Novel & Cerita Tiger's Curse Series

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.

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.”

"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

“They’ve changed their strategy.” The scout frowned. “What does that mean?” Darius slowly drew his sword and planted its tip into the earth, still looking at the mountains. “It means… they believe they’ve already found what they were looking for.” *** Far beyond the eastern ridge… The cloaked leader stood beside his horse. He looked toward the hidden mountains. Then whispered a single order. “Prepare the cages.”

The head held high , he looked at all the wolves still bowed down . And immediately held a hand forward causing one wolf standing aside , to bring his suit to him . He immediately wore the suit and looked at the blood of the dead wolf , with cold eyes . He remembered how fire took the control and killed the one , for challenging him . He could feel loosing control and Fire to stated the same , as even he isn’t himself able to control the overgrowing anger . And they both know , the effect of curse is increasing . The curse to the blue moon pack . The curse of the witch whose child died in hand of them . By their own mistakes , whose bitter fruits are still eaten by them . The innocent , en

"See? Even now, the curse drives her to violence and self-destruction. She can't help it. It's what she is." I stared at the mark on the wolf's chest. Even through thick white fur, I could see it. Three interlocking crescents, glowing with that eerie silver light. The triple mark. The death curse. Everything Lira had hidden from us, all the lies she'd told, crystallized in that mark. The wolf made that sobbing sound again, her whole body shaking. "So what will it be?" Desmond asked. "Kill her now with mercy? Wait three days and watch her burn? Or make a deal and save her life at the cost of your ambitions?"

That was the start of the tragedy that unfolded next. The Silverplume pack was the most powerful among all the northern wolf packs. Ever since the first matriarch, fewer than ten pairs of twins had been born in the Northern Wolflands. The birth of Uriel and Carlin proved that the Moon Goddess had blessed the Silverplume pack. Thus, they enjoyed much glory. Alas, the Moon Goddess seemed to have made it so that this glorious fate came with a price. Now that Uriel was gone, to avoid the downfall of the pack, they would have to resort to something rather extreme and taboo.

Well, people do say all the time, that doctors have the worst handwriting. But after seeing blood just two days ago. I don't think I'd like to see any more bloody corpses around myself. I didn't want to faint again and of course not want to let some dying guy accidentally hug me. Yeah if it was some k-drama it would have seemed like 'awww' if a handsome guy were to hug me accidentally but no in my life I had to just get hugged, correction; accidentally get hugged by a dying guy. I wondered if someone came to claim his body and from that, it reminded me of the green pendant.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."