bound by the curse

CHAPTER 4 Bound By The Curse

Chapter Four

continuation of Chapter Three

Arthur's POINT OF VIEW

Five thousand years. That’s how long I’ve been asleep—trapped in hibernation while the world outside changed beyond recognition. I feel like a ghost of the past, drifting in a world that has long forgotten me.

The last memory I have before the long slumber was soaked in blood and grief. I watched my parents die—slaughtered by an ancient evil everyone believed was long dead. His name was Omhigan. A name spoken in hushed tones, a monster feared by all, thought to be extinct.

But he wasn’t.

In the chaos of that night, a witch named Lady Artemis found me. She saved me—dragging me away from death’s grip and taking me to the farthest corner of the earth, a place even Omhigan wouldn’t dare search. She never explained her full reasons, only said that I needed to sleep until the world was ready.

She gave me a potion that slowed my growth to a crawl, then sealed me inside a magical ice sphere using the last of her powers. That was the last time I saw her. I was just fifteen then. And then…darkness. Silence. Nothing.

For thousands of years, I floated in that ice, haunted by strange dreams I couldn’t understand. Visions of fire, battles, and an unknown future. Then—one day—the silence cracked.

I woke up.

The chamber had melted away, leaving me lying on frozen ground in the middle of a deserted land. The world had changed. No cities. No humans. No vampires. No werewolves. Just emptiness.

I looked down and saw it—a ruby necklace glimmering in the pale light. Artemis’s necklace. The only sign she had ever existed. I picked it up, clenched it tight, and began to walk... not knowing where I was going, just following the pull in my chest.

My name is Arthur Xagon. And I am the last of my kind.

I am a Wolfire.

A rare hybrid born from the forbidden union of a vampire and a werewolf. My father, Xagon, was a proud werewolf warrior. My mother, Anna, was a vampire noble. Their love was a crime against both clans. So they ran, hid, and raised me in secret.

But secrets don’t stay buried forever.

Omhigan found them.

And he ended everything.

Wolfires once walked the earth long ago—stronger than vampires, deadlier than werewolves. We look like werewolves in form but tower over them, four times their size. And inside, we carry the power of both bloodlines: super speed, monstrous strength, agility, and immortality. But we’re immune to their weaknesses. Sunlight doesn’t burn us. Garlic doesn’t affect us. Holy water means nothing.

Only silver can kill us.

But now… I’m the only one left.

My parents told me the Wolfires were hunted into extinction centuries ago. Every scroll, every record of our kind—erased. And Omhigan, that twisted goblin mass murderer, was the one behind it all. Everyone believed he died ages ago… but I saw him. I saw the evil in his eyes that night.

He’s alive. And I know he won’t stop until I’m dead too.

But I’m awake now.

The world may have moved on.

But so have I.

And this time… I’m not the scared boy I used to be.

After two hours of endless trekking, I finally stumbled upon a small house tucked into the edge of the woods. A woman answered the door. She was human—gentle and kind. She offered me food, warmth, and a place to rest. Her generosity gave me a small sense of comfort, something I hadn’t felt in years.

But the peace was short-lived.

That night, her husband returned. The moment he saw how kindly his wife was treating me, his face twisted into suspicion and fury. I could sense the tension before the first word left his mouth. He didn’t say much, just enough to let me know I wasn’t welcome. Within minutes, I was thrown out like trash.

I found my way to the main road, uncertain of where I was going. Then, fate intervened. A large vehicle pulled over, and I was offered a ride. The contraption was unlike anything I had ever seen—massive wheels, cold metal, and the sound of an engine that growled like a beast. The humans called it a truck.

I was told we were heading to a place called New York.

Hours passed. As the truck rumbled along, I watched in fascination as the world flew by. Towers of glass stretched into the sky. Lights blinked and flickered like stars on earth. Machines moved like living things. The world had changed—completely.

When we arrived, I stepped out into the chaos of New York. It was loud, bright, and overwhelming. People moved quickly, each consumed by their own purpose. But it wasn’t just humans. I saw witches, vampires, even werewolves—walking freely among each other. Back in my time, such a thing would’ve started a war.

Time had changed more than technology. It had changed people too.

An hour passed as I wandered the streets, clueless and hungry. Nightfall crept over the city, painting it in shadows. I had nowhere to go. I needed shelter, even if it was temporary.

As I passed through a narrow, dimly lit alley, I heard a cry.

I froze.

Two vampires had cornered a young woman. One had her pinned against the wall, his hand over her mouth. The other was tearing at her clothes, eyes glowing with vile intent.

My heart thudded.

They were going to r**e her.

Something inside me snapped.