Tiger's Curse Series Novels & Stories

Around me, chaos erupts – Dad barking orders through the pack bond to keep everyone inside, Mom rushing around with burning herbs to mask my scent, both of them desperately trying to contain the disaster I've become. Because that's what I am now. Not just a cursed wolf, but a curse in heat. Every unmated male within miles will be drawn to my scent. Every pack will want to either kill me or use me. And I can feel it – the power humming under my skin, the need threatening to consume me, the knowledge that this is only the beginning. I stay hidden as the moon continues its journey across the night sky, casting shadows that look like prison bars across my floor. My first shift should have been a

But it didn't. Because of Curtis' counterattack, the tiger pinned him down, opening its menacing jaws. Curtis felt completely drained, struggling even to lift his eyelids due to his headache. How could he possibly muster the strength to fight an adult tiger? He couldn't even push the tiger's paw off his chest. Knowing for sure that this tiger would be the end of him, Curtis mustered all his strength to desperately cling to his last bit of consciousness and cried out to Margot, "Margot, quickly go and call Branden over!"

Sire tells her. I sigh. The lead was an old witch Sire thought he remembered. Turns out the witches great grandchild had decided not to procreate so their family line died out a long time ago. "There will be a way to end this. We will find out soon," I say, painting a faux smile on my face. My spirits haven't been very high recently. The curse has slowed down from it's initial devastation, but it is still very prevalent. It's only a matter of time before Hazel or I get sick.

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

Because of the curse the witches cast on me—as punishment for trying to balance the powers between all creatures and defy their claim to supremacy—immortality clung to me like a second skin, both gift and burden entwined. I buried my parents. My friends. My pack. Century after century, I watched them fall away, one by one. And I know, with a certainty that still steals my breath, that one day I will watch Rowan die too. Naturally, or not. Even my fated mate, if he ever truly existed, would slip beyond my reach, the curse shadowing every instinct, clouding every bond before it could fully form.

In my hand, a crystal tumbler held the whiskey Kael had brought back from his trip to Novella—a sharp, smoky burn that did little to dull the agony clawing at my heart. I swirled the amber liquid, my eyes fixed on its depths, my mind a storm of rage and desperation. This wealth, this power, this throne—it was all mine, wrested from my brother Adrian’s lifeless hands, his blood still staining my memories. But the price was steep, heavier than I’d ever imagined. The curse that gripped me wasn’t just a whisper of pain; it was a beast, its claws tearing at my chest, its teeth sinking into my soul, a relentless torment tied to the Moonborn’s existence. Killing her was my only salvation, the only

“Everyone seems to know something except me. Her dad, you, Rael… even Sean looks like he’s in the loop now. Me? I’m just the comic relief?” Leon wasn’t joking anymore. No smirk. No sarcasm. Just a desperate, honest plea. “Tell me. Please. What is the curse, really?” I looked down. Took a breath. Then met his eyes. “It’s not something you can understand in one sentence, Leon.” “Try me. I’m not an idiot.” Silence hung between us. Then I said, slowly: “The curse was born from blood. From betrayal. From love that was ripped apart. And now… it lives inside every Moonveil woman. Inside Willow.”

The moment the blood touched her tongue, she sighed in relief, the flavor bursting across her senses like the first rays of dawn after a long night. She drank three glasses before she could speak. “It was horrible, Father. The humans, their scent, their blood… I couldnae focus. And the pain… it was like nothin’ I’ve ever felt before.” Her father sat across from her, his expression thoughtful. “It was nae just hunger,” he said. “The curse weighed heavy on ye. It’s a dangerous thing, magic wielded with hate.” “Who would do such a thing?” Moira asked, though the answer was already forming in her mind.

She reassured me. "This white wolf,” I cleared my throat as I asked, “what does it mean exactly?” Dr Celia inhaled and exhaled slowly. "The white wolf is...actually, let me go back to the beginning." "The beginning?" "Yes." She said. “See, long ago, a curse was placed on the packs. The nature of the curse is quite.... peculiar. A very powerful witch was defeated by the Blackwood Pack and Stoneheart Pack. Her powers were sealed, but she cast a powerful curse in her final moments.”

Just silence and day and night. I let out a frustrated sigh, dragging my gaze back to the ancient, leather-bound book sprawled open on the table. The BLOOD CURSE. The pages were yellowed, the ink faded in some places, but it was the only thing that made sense right now. Everything in this damned place was chaos, but the curse? The curse was real. And it was the first time I’d come across something that actually related to what had been happening to me. To why I was still here. The more I read, the more I am made to believe I killed Kael.