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Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Missing Page
Chapter 11The scent of aged parchment and dust filled the dimly lit room, thick enough to choke on. Shelves lined every wall, stuffed with old tomes that hadn’t been touched in centuries. We'd been searching for the ancient text for hours—yet nothing.George let out a frustrated growl and slumped into a chair beside a cluttered table. I shot him a glare while flipping through the last few pages of the book in my hand. Useless. With a sharp snap, I shut the cover and walked toward him."You shouldn't be sitting," I said, lacing my words with sarcasm."I know," George muttered, rubbing his temples. "But you know how this kind of thing makes me feel. I should be out there, protecting. This book-scavenging nonsense? Lena’s better suited for it. I hate reading. You know that.""Too bad," I smirked. "Lena’s in pieces right now, and if she heard you say that, she'd probably rip your head off. You know how she feels about being assigned ‘menial’ tasks."George sighed. "I just meant she’d enj
Last Updated : 2025-02-15Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past The Bearer is a Sacrifice
Chapter 12: I led Atlas into the dimly lit chamber where Azirah lay motionless, her body resting in eerie stillness after the spell had been reinforced.“She’s been like this since she woke up,” I said, my voice quieter than intended. “Do you think she’ll be fine?”Atlas moved toward her, his long, gnarled fingers brushing against the air as if feeling for something unseen. His silver-gray beard cascaded down his chest, and his eyes, old yet sharp with wisdom, studied her intently. He pried open her eyelids, revealing the haunting blue beneath, then carefully lifted her hand. He froze when he spotted the Shadowsborn mark seared into her skin. His fingers hovered over it, barely touching the surface before he turned to me with an unreadable expression.“Did you know about this?” he asked, his voice carrying an undertone of urgency.I gave a slow nod. “Yes, I found it yesterday, right before I was lured out.”“Then you should know what it means.”A weight settled in my chest. “I fear
Last Updated : 2025-02-15Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Teasing Mates
Chapter 13I stood by the curtain, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She looked like could wake at any moment. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed those curious eyes of hers.Then, she moved. Or did she? It was too quick to tell if it was real or just my imagination playing tricks on me. But a second later, her eyelids flickered open before shutting again against the brightness. A soft whimper escaped her as she sat up.I hesitated. Should I go to her, or stay where I was so she wouldn't feel too overwhelmed? I wanted to watch her every move. My wolf was already restless with excitement, but it wasn’t just him—I felt it too.She rubbed her eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. Within a minute, she was out of bed, moving straight toward the standing mirror. She stared at her reflection, tilting her head slightly.Her blue eyes were even more vibrant than before, her hair longer, curlier."I feel different," she murmured.Then, suddenly, she turned.He
Last Updated : 2025-02-16Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Echoes of the Past
Chapter 14: Azirah stood by the balcony, her long hair caught in the cool night breeze, strands lifting and twisting as if whispering secrets to the wind. She didn’t turn to acknowledge my presence, but she knew I was there. Even in silence, she commanded my attention. The silver-gray gown she wore traced every curve, a distraction I had to fight against.Then she spoke, her voice steady yet carrying an unspoken weight.“It happened here,” she said. “I was asleep, but it happened right below this balcony.”My eyes followed her gaze to the stream below—the same one she had nearly drowned in.“What happened?” I asked, careful not to push.She exhaled, her shoulders rising and falling. “Melissa drowned herself… and the child.”A chill crawled up my spine. My body tensed. Melissa? There was no way she could know that name.I turned to her sharply, studying her expression. “Melissa?”She nodded, then finally faced me. Her eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t place. “I saw it happen, Ner
Last Updated : 2025-02-17Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Fur and Fate
Chapter 15“I want to see you!”I blinked my eyes open and found Azirah’s eyes closed. She was still, not moving, and her breathing was steady. She looked like she was deeply asleep. I must be hearing things. I shut my eyes again, trying to drift back to sleep. Still, it felt strange, wanting to sleep close to my mate, who clearly had yet to fully accept and understand everything about us.“I want to see you, Nergal,” her soft voice came again. I opened my eyes and caught her bright blue ones staring into mine. I felt myself relax. There was something about her eyes that calmed me. They were like the ocean—deep and mysterious, yet so peaceful.“I’m right here, my love…” I trailed off. Did I just call her my love? Am I already in love with my mate?A smile tugged at her lips. She seemed to like it. “Yes, but I want to see you.”My mind clicked. She wants to see my full form. It’s been ages since I shifted completely. It’s difficult to control my wolf when he fully surfaces; he usually
Last Updated : 2025-02-18Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Melted Veil
Chapter 16: Vesta’s POV“I don’t understand! I just can’t get it right,” I whined as I slumped onto the couch on the left side of the room, piled high with clothes.My mother sighed, a small, knowing smile on her face as she reached for me. Her touch was gentle as she cupped my cheek. “You need to be patient, Vesta.”“But I am,” I retorted.“No. You are far from being patient.”I rolled my eyes and snorted in irritation, already sensing where this lesson was going.“You need to control your emotions, Vee.” Mother’s voice softened, but I knew this was her serious tone. She only called me Vee when she wanted me to listen.“Controlling my emotions will only waste my time, Mother. Can’t I just move ahead and do all the big magic already?”Mother stood, her green eyes—softer than my emerald ones but just as piercing—fixing on me. “That’s not how magic works, Vee. And you know why we keep ours at bay. We can’t risk alerting our enemies.”“But, Mother—”“Vesta!” she snapped, then immediatel
Last Updated : 2025-02-19Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Decision Cost
Chapter 17: The wind carried an eerie silence, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the crisping of birds. My mother hadn’t moved from where she stood, her gaze still locked on the boundary that was no longer there. “Let me fix it mother.” I stutter turning around.“That's not how it's done! The spell has been there before you were born. It will have already alerted them, just by the sound.” “It won't take a minute.” I argued.Mother looked at me, her face neutral, “It was too late to cast another spell like that.”I expected her to yell. To scold me. But she didn’t. She looked scarier and her lips parted slightly, her expression a mixture of horror and disbelief.Then—the howls came. We all snapped at the cry. One.Two.Then more.Low and guttural, they rose into a chilling chorus, a sound so unnatural it sent a shiver crawling down my spine. I reached for Mateo. “What's that?” I asked with a shaky voice. “That is the cry of the very thing we've been preventing from
Last Updated : 2025-02-19Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Lurking in the Den of Wolves
Chapter 18There wasn't any movement when I returned. The village was silent, as if no one lived in it. I called out the names of everyone as I searched around, but everything was empty. Some dead bodies were still visible outside, while others were placed on wood, obviously to be burned.“Where is everyone?” I whispered as I rushed home to find my parents. As I hastened, I heard someone cough. Relief washed over me as I went over to the person.It was Carlos, the herb farmer. He was badly clawed, almost unrecognizable. My eyes watered, but I bit my lower lip to control the tears.“Carlos, I'm so sorry…” I began, but he shushed me.“Shhh… Someone would have if you didn't. You need to save your parents. Others managed to escape because your parents cast a protective spell…” He coughed out blood. My stomach churned at the sight and the information.“What do I do to help you?” I asked, unable to hide my guilt.“No, you can't do anything. But you need to go.”“Carlos…”“If you go on time,
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Chapter 24 She lay still, her skin too cold for someone who should have been alive. The lanterns flickered, their glow struggling to fill the dim room—my room. I sat beside the bed, elbows on my knees, my fingers laced together, my mind a battlefield of regret and frustration.It had been days—days of waiting, of watching, of wondering if she would ever open her eyes again. My father would say this was my fault. Nergal would agree. Maybe they were right. But regret was a useless poison, and I refused to drink from it any longer.My eyes rested on her chest. I watched as it rose and fell—and the last words she had uttered right before she jumped echoed in my mind. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest as the image flashed before me.I exhaled sharply, reaching for a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from her forehead and arrange the loose strands of hair spread around the pillow. I was just adjusting her when I caught sight of something dark at the back of her neck. I made her lean to the
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Chapter 23: The messenger stood at the far end of the Great Hall, his gaze sweeping over the grandeur of the space. His footsteps echoed as he moved toward the large portrait of me. Slowly, he reached out, fingers hovering over the painted surface, as if drawn to it."You shouldn't be doing that, you know," I interrupted, my voice cutting through the silence as I strode toward the throne.He jerked his hand back and quickly lowered his head in a slight bow. "Apologies, Alpha Zassan."I ignored him, settling into the throne—a structure of bones, some of which had been unearthed long before this hall was even built. I ran a hand over the armrest, feeling the ridges of history beneath my fingers."I see my so-called twin brother is still in the era of having others do his job," I said, my voice dripping with mockery.The messenger shifted, his expression tightening as if my words had struck a nerve. "Alpha Nergal, your twin brother sent me to deliver a message to you.""Obviously. You
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past The Phantom Moment
Chapter 21: The needle glided over the vinyl, releasing a soothing tune—rich, warm, and full of nostalgia. Gentle piano notes trickled through the air, blending seamlessly with the slow hum of a saxophone, each note melting like honey into the stillness."I'm right here, Alpha!" A soft voice came from behind me as I sipped my glass of red wine. I turned around, recognizing her voice.I turned—and my breath caught in my throat."I heard you were looking for me!" she said, taking a few steps toward me. She stopped just short, a few steps away.Vesta stood there, draped in silk that clung to every curve, flowing over her body like a second skin. The dim lighting made the fabric shimmer, highlighting the soft swell of her chest, the curve of her waist, the way it hugged her hips just right. My grip tightened at my sides. She was stunning, effortless, and dangerous.My tongue ran over my bottom lip as heat coiled in my gut. Damn, I wanted to devour her.Then she spoke. "Zassan!"The way s
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past The Little Witch is my Mate
Chapter 21 Zassan's POV “Alpha, the witch has refused to eat anything offered to her till this very moment!” The maid assigned to feed Vesta announced after being summoned. “Make her eat then,” I said, returning to the papers piled up on the table. “We've tried, Alpha, but she keeps staring into the distance, then ends up sobbing if we force her too much. Sometimes, she becomes violent.” “I see!” I managed to say as I signed on the document. “We served her hot soup and she clawed the other maid who is getting treated already.” The maid informed. I stopped flipping through the pages and focused my attention on the shivering maid. “Interesting, Stubborn and tough.” I murmured, thinking of the little witch. “Has she tried using her witchery spell on anyone yet?” “No, She just lies on the cold ground with her eyes wide open, either singing a song or muttering some words.” “Hmm,” I managed to say as I rubbed my hands together and leaned back in my chair. “Alpha, if
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Ashes of Failure
Chapter 20: I gasped as I jerked up from the cold ground after having a terrible nightmare of a field of dead bodies. They were piled up like a heap while two beasts fought on it. It wasn't the first time I had such weird dreams, but every time, it became clearer and gave me a feeling. The smell oozing from the dead bodies still lingered even after I woke."Oh, I see you woke up just in time!" a voice said to me, and without mistaking, it was the same wolf that had caught me while lurking.I didn't say a word but stared daggers at him. I felt too weak to engage in a conversation.He smirked and walked toward the chain’s end, which was bolted to a rusted ring embedded deep into the stone floor of the Blackwing Quarters. He roughly pulled me, making me cry from the pain as he walked away. My wrist was red and unrecognizable.The world smelled of damp earth and cold stone. The sack over my head reeked of dust, sweat, and something metallic—blood.Rough hands shoved me forward. I stumble
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past The Only Ultimatum
Chapter 19: The Blackwing Quarters were not a dungeon, but they felt just as suffocating. The walls were stone, the high windows barred, allowing only a sliver of light. The guards outside my door made it clear—I wasn’t leaving.I paced, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. My parents were here. Somewhere. And I had to find a way to get out and find them before it was too late.Hours passed—scratching at the walls, yelling, then sobbing, reminiscing about better days before I had foolishly ruined everything.Then, suddenly, the door creaked open.I turned sharply, my hands clenched into fists. A tall silhouette stood in the doorway, bathed in dim light. It was him.The Alpha.He stepped inside, his presence sucking the air from the room. He wasn’t dressed like the other wolves—no battle-worn armor, no ragged cloak. He looked like a king in his own right. A loose black tunic, dark leather pants, a silver ring glinting on his forefinger.His golden eyes flickered to me, calculating
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Lurking in the Den of Wolves
Chapter 18There wasn't any movement when I returned. The village was silent, as if no one lived in it. I called out the names of everyone as I searched around, but everything was empty. Some dead bodies were still visible outside, while others were placed on wood, obviously to be burned.“Where is everyone?” I whispered as I rushed home to find my parents. As I hastened, I heard someone cough. Relief washed over me as I went over to the person.It was Carlos, the herb farmer. He was badly clawed, almost unrecognizable. My eyes watered, but I bit my lower lip to control the tears.“Carlos, I'm so sorry…” I began, but he shushed me.“Shhh… Someone would have if you didn't. You need to save your parents. Others managed to escape because your parents cast a protective spell…” He coughed out blood. My stomach churned at the sight and the information.“What do I do to help you?” I asked, unable to hide my guilt.“No, you can't do anything. But you need to go.”“Carlos…”“If you go on time,
Cursed Claws: Bound by the Curse, Clawed by the Past Decision Cost
Chapter 17: The wind carried an eerie silence, broken only by the distant rustle of leaves and the crisping of birds. My mother hadn’t moved from where she stood, her gaze still locked on the boundary that was no longer there. “Let me fix it mother.” I stutter turning around.“That's not how it's done! The spell has been there before you were born. It will have already alerted them, just by the sound.” “It won't take a minute.” I argued.Mother looked at me, her face neutral, “It was too late to cast another spell like that.”I expected her to yell. To scold me. But she didn’t. She looked scarier and her lips parted slightly, her expression a mixture of horror and disbelief.Then—the howls came. We all snapped at the cry. One.Two.Then more.Low and guttural, they rose into a chilling chorus, a sound so unnatural it sent a shiver crawling down my spine. I reached for Mateo. “What's that?” I asked with a shaky voice. “That is the cry of the very thing we've been preventing from
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Chapter 16: Vesta’s POV“I don’t understand! I just can’t get it right,” I whined as I slumped onto the couch on the left side of the room, piled high with clothes.My mother sighed, a small, knowing smile on her face as she reached for me. Her touch was gentle as she cupped my cheek. “You need to be patient, Vesta.”“But I am,” I retorted.“No. You are far from being patient.”I rolled my eyes and snorted in irritation, already sensing where this lesson was going.“You need to control your emotions, Vee.” Mother’s voice softened, but I knew this was her serious tone. She only called me Vee when she wanted me to listen.“Controlling my emotions will only waste my time, Mother. Can’t I just move ahead and do all the big magic already?”Mother stood, her green eyes—softer than my emerald ones but just as piercing—fixing on me. “That’s not how magic works, Vee. And you know why we keep ours at bay. We can’t risk alerting our enemies.”“But, Mother—”“Vesta!” she snapped, then immediatel
