Tiger's Curse Series Novels & Stories

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

Five years ago, I joined a wilderness adventure club. It was there that I first met Evan. On one of the trips, as a result of my lackluster stamina, I ended up trailing behind the group. Evan had been gentlemanly enough to hang back and keep pace behind me. However, we ended up missing the trail marks left by the group leader and getting lost in the forest. Unused to the terrain, I slipped and fell into a deep pit. When I regained consciousness, I was lying on the ground with a bag as a pillow. As I tried to move, I felt an excruciating pain coming from my calf.

Even as I snarled, “I will tear you apart with my bare hands.” But before I could, my body locked up, seized by a force I didn’t understand. My breath stuttered, my pulse hammering in my skull as whatever curse he had placed on me dug deeper, branding itself inside me. I felt my dragon form breaking, twisting into something lesser, something in-between. One of my men shouted in horror. Another rushed forward to steady me, but I shoved him off. I would not fall in front of them. I would not show weakness. The wizard wiped at his face with shaking hands. He was still crying.

Damon had unwittingly supplied her the perfect candidate to conduct the spell with, a powerful high born like Vane, someone strong enough to make the curse very effective and also strong enough to survive the process. So it was a big shock to her when the receding pulse hit her, indicating that the curse had been lifted. Lady Cecile sat up in her tub, her emerald eyes simmering with surprise. “How?” she gasped. It was not supposed to be possible, this was not the Bane Serpent which could be killed by any means, this was a cursed Wendigo, a vengeful spirit trapped in the body of a powerful wolf, it was supposed to be unstoppable, unless…

"And the curse? What about the curse I heard?" Emile took a deep breath, her gaze shifting toward the dim light filtering through the window, as though she was looking back through time itself. "The curse you heard was cast by Fate himself," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "When Selene’s Dire Wolves grew too powerful, even she began to fear them. Their bloodlust was uncontrollable, and they wreaked havoc on the world—destroying villages, wiping out entire packs. Selene tried to control them, but it was too late. They were monsters, and nothing could stop them."

I guess he was everything that really mattered to me or should I say, he was my first love and I have him with all my heart. I still believed that a miracle would happen. Weeks turned into months and from a single man to a young married man and soon to be father but then, he had gathered an army of enemies and I guess, he has stepped on the toes of a powerful witch that ended up placing a curse on him and setting his vampiric wolf restless during the full moon. And even being away from New Orleans, I still had this leaping joy when I heard he had killed his own wife, beautiful Louisiana.

“I originally thought that you guys had to find and have your mate, except both of you, before you were twenty-four, because that is when the ones we thought the curse started with went over the cliff. I’m not so sure anymore now that I have this information that Meg found. Plus, with what we found out about the tablet and bottle that you guys found. I am still waiting on the documents from the translator. Your Dad is bringing them back with him. With everything that happened with Meg, I didn't get a chance to tell you the little that we do know. It seems the tablet is a curse and the bottle is some sort of protection spell. The translator wouldn't say much more than that over the phone. The

Selena Esteban said, "Gaby said, 'Jr. Before I could finish questioning them, they bolted from my office and out the front door, me chasing after them as fast as my feet would carry us. I mentally prepared very fighters to pursue us and aid in the fight against the rouges as we all raced. I estimated that there were at least forty fighters there when we passed by. When we finally arrived at the area where Selena and this Jr. person were, all we could see was people flooding out of the hotel as we ran through it. We had to run at the top of our ability to get there. As soon as we were inside, we sprinted up the stairs to Selena's floor, where her room was located. As soon as we arrived, we ov

twisting his mind, his body, his soul. For a moment, she wasn’t sure if he even recognized her. But then, his gaze softened, just for a fraction of a second. It was enough.“I’m here,” she said, stepping closer until she was within reach of him. “I’m going to help you. But you have to trust me.”He let out another growl, but this time it was more of a plea than a threat. He was fighting, struggling to hold onto the last shred of sanity he had left.Timbre reached out and gently placed her hand on his chest. “I’m not going to let you lose yourself to this. Not anymore.”Xavier’s body tensed under her touch, but he didn’t pull away. She could feel the curse pulsing beneath his skin, a dark, malig

But the Wyres are dangerous. Their bite is lethal to Shifters and, if you do survive, you turn into one of them. The curse is transferred through your bloodstream, killing your spirit and replacing it with a monster. They’ve been trying to get their revenge ever since, killing us simply because of an old myth that might not even be true. But, to be fair, we kill as many of them as they kill us. If there are talks of peace, that would be…historical. Impossible. And definitely something I deserve to know about as Princess.