Curse

Alden, a teenage boy from the quiet village of Greywood, watches his life collapse in a single night when a massive werewolf army attacks without warning. His girlfriend Mara is slaughtered before his eyes, and his knight-father dies defending the village. By dawn, Greywood is gone, and Alden is the only surviving member of his family. Broken and desperate, he joins a band of knights fleeing to the capital to seek help. Among them is Rowan Vale, a legendary warrior whose strength becomes Alden’s only anchor. But their journey turns into a nightmare. Seeking shelter, the survivors reach a nearby village only to discover it trades human captives to the wolves in exchange for safety. A bloody battle follows, leaving only Alden and Rowan alive. Rowan is gravely wounded and sacrifices himself to buy Alden time to escape. When Alden reaches the capital, he finds it already overtaken by the curse. The king has allied with the Wolf King, planning to transform the entire kingdom into wolves he can control. Alden attacks the king, but the wolves capture him. In a dungeon, Alden finds Rowan still alive but tortured. The Wolf King forces Alden to choose: join the wolves, or watch Rowan die. Alden resists until Rowan screams in agony and finally breaks. He agrees to transform. A monstrous new power awakens in Alden. He becomes a werewolf stronger than any before him. He breaks his chains and destroys the cursed capital. At dawn, Alden returns to the ruins of Greywood, places the Wolf King’s head on the altar, and ends his own life to break the curse forever. His story becomes legendary tale of a boy forged into a monster by grief, and redeemed by the choice to end the darkness himself.

A million years have passed since the war that shattered the harmony of Caelestia—the once-divine realm that shimmered with eternal light. The Divinomachy. It began with a betrayal. One of the Supreme Emperor’s most powerful and revered archangels, corrupted by pride, jealousy and ambition, raised his blade against his Creator. His defiance was swift and infectious—many of the Emperor’s faithful servants followed him, seduced by whispers of freedom, power, and a new order. Thus ignited a celestial war — Divinomachy. For one hundred years, the heavens trembled under the weight of clashing divinities. Brother turned against brother. Skies once filled with song now roared with the cries of battle. At last, the Supreme Emperor, weary of endless bloodshed, brought the war to a bitter close. With a divine curse, he cast down the traitors into a prison realm he created—Phlegethon and sealed their leader—while some escaped. Their punishment was eternal. Once-angelic beings were twisted into demons. Their silver skin blackened and grew scales. Their radiant wings darkened into shadows, and crimson replaced their once pure silver eyes. Even their hands bore the mark of damnation—silver claws sprouting where gentle fingers had once been. And when the fallen archangel was finally struck down, a prophecy echoed across the universe—spoken through the Emperor’s oracle: “When the stars realign and the seal weakens, the fallen one shall rise again. But from the forbidden love of both light and darkness shall be born a child—a hybrid. He shall end what the traitor had begun.” Though Caelestia was rebuilt, its wounds never fully healed. For prophecy does not forget, and the chains that bind the fallen grow weaker with every passing age. The ones who escaped hid themselves across the universe, patiently waiting for the return of their master.