Wolf of Fire
Supernatural Curse
Book One
KRISTA STREET
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First published: April 29, 2022
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PARANORMAL ROMANCE NOVELS
Supernatural Curse
Wolf of Fire
Bound of Blood
Cursed of Moon
Forged of Bone
Supernatural Institute
Fated by Starlight
Born by Moonlight
Hunted by Firelight
Kissed by Shadowlight
Supernatural Community
Magic in Light
Power in Darkness
Dragons in Fire
Angel in Embers
Supernatural Standalone Novels
Beast of Shadows
YA NOVELS
The Lost Children Series
Awakened
Forgotten
Remembered
Reborn
Retribution
Creation
Illumination
The Makanza Series
The Second Wave
Compound 26
Reservation 1
Section 12
Division 5
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Bound of Blood
Krista Street’s Supernatural World
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Preface
Wolf of Fire is a paranormal shifter romance and is the first book in the four-book Supernatural Curse series. The recommended reading age is 18+.
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To note, this book ends on a cliffhanger.
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Chapter 1
“Are you really going to kill me?” The university student smirked at my sister as his two friends flanked his sides.
Tessa smiled sweetly. “Yep, only ’cause you asked for it.”
I arched an eyebrow and leaned casually against a bookshelf in the magic shop my twin sister and I owned. “You should be careful what you wish for,” I taunted.
One of the students shot his eyes to me, his cheeks scattered with acne. Fear grew in his expression.
I just winked.
Tessa’s hand drew back, her attention shifting to the student she was going to end.
His throat bobbed. “Is it going to—”
Tessa’s hand flew forward, the curse exploding from her fingertips.
A sparkling magenta light zapped through the air, arcing like a glowing firework. The curse hit the student square in the chest. He seized, his entire body turning into a stiff plank of disbelief and hipster clothing as his friends’ gasps filled the shop.
As he began to topple, Tessa whispered another spell and her magic flowed through the air like a warm cloud, cocooning the student and lowering him gently to the oak floorboards.
“Told you!” I called good-naturedly to his friends before picking up the feather duster I’d set on the shelf behind me.
“Holy shit, that actually worked!” one of the students exclaimed. He was probably no more than nineteen given the zits on his face. Like the other university dudes, he wore his jeans low on his hips and had his flannel sleeves rolled up to the elbows.
The other one—a tall, lanky sorcerer—gaped at their immobile friend on the floor before he turned eager eyes on Tessa, then me. “So he’s actually dead?”
My twin pursed her lips as her magic dispersed. “Clinically, yes. Spiritually, no.”
The two shared dumbfounded expressions, then looked to me.
“That translates to he’s dead as a doornail,” I clarified. “At least, for the moment.”
Lanky Dude squatted and felt for his friend’s pulse. “Shit, his heart really stopped. So, will he remember it? Being dead, I mean?”
Tessa smiled sweetly. “No, he’ll wake up just as if he were sleeping. He won’t remember being dead at all.”
“And he won’t be hurt?” Acne’s eyes danced with excitement, his head bobbing between me and my twin.
I dusted off another shelf. “No harm whatsoever. It’s merely a prank curse, intended for harmless play only. But as the instructions explain, Practically Perfect is not liable for any bodily harm, injuries, magical calamities, or misuse. Should you choose to purchase—” I rattled off the rest of our disclaimer that our magistrate insisted we attach to every potion, brew, spell, enchantment, magical device, etcetera, that we sold in our store. It was a disclaimer Tessa often forgot to disclose.
When I finished the long-winded small print spiel, Tessa flashed another dazzling smile. “In other words, use it at your own risk.”
“Wicked.” Lanky Dude grinned. “How much is it?”
“Well, that depends.” Tessa tapped her chin. “We’re running a special today, but the purchase has to be made before we close this evening to get the deal.”
“Yeah, that’s why we’re here.” Acne pulled out his wallet. “We saw your ad online.”
I dusted another shelf. “If you want the deal, it’s five curses for five hundred total, saving you fifty bucks a curse.”
“What Tala said,” Tessa stated, giving me a barely concealed glare that said, Okay, I’m done throwing the curse. Now, butt out.
I mimed sealing my lips shut and resumed dusting.
Tessa fluffed her hair and smoothed her skirt, the flowing floral-print swirling around her calves as she moved gracefully around the teenagers. Some joked that my identical sister and I looked as if we’d been cherry-picked straight from the California coast. Considering we had light tans year-round, naturally blond hair, and deep-blue eyes, I couldn’t exactly argue, but the reality was that we’d lived in Chicago since we were born.
But our identical looks were where our similarities ended. Whereas Tessa’s persona came off as innocent and fragile, mine was the exact opposite. Typically, I wore fitted jeans and black T-shirts to work. Lifting heavy boxes in the storeroom while wearing strappy sandals and being encumbered by restrictive dresses generally guaranteed a sprained ankle. And the dust and grime on the boxes made me appallingly dirty within minutes, hence why black was my favorite color at work. Besides, I wasn’t really a dress type of girl. I much preferred jeans and a T-shirt.
