All Chapters of Cursed by the Dark Prince : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The night was heavy with wind, carrying with it the scent of smoke and the distant cry of owls. Inside the Shadow Keep, Elara paced the chamber, her golden eyes flicking to the balcony where the moon cast a silver glow over the blackened courtyard. The bond pulsed faintly, an unrelenting reminder of Kael’s proximity, his presence, and the inescapable tether between them.She had spent the day wandering the corridors, unable to rest. Every flicker of magic, every brush of shadow, every heartbeat of the cursed prince tugged at her in ways she did not understand. Her thoughts were a storm—memories of the Blood Moon, Kael’s confession, and the whispered warnings from the servants about the old prophecies swirling endlessly.It was then that he appeared, silently stepping from the shadows. Kael’s crimson eyes met hers, reflecting both the moonlight and a storm that seemed older than the keep itself.“You’ve been restless,” he said, voice low, almost a growl.Elara swallowed, unsure whether

The halls of the Shadow Keep were alive with whispers, the flickering torchlight casting long, sinuous shadows that seemed to crawl along the stone walls. Outside, the wind lashed against the battlements, carrying the scent of smoke, blood, and distant fire—a reminder that the world beyond the keep was in chaos, and that the curse’s hunger was never satiated.Elara stood near the edge of the main courtyard, the chill biting through her cloak, hands glowing faintly as she tried to contain the surge of magic coiling within her. The bond pulsed violently, a steady heartbeat of tension between her and Kael, who watched her from the opposite balcony. His crimson eyes burned in the darkness, unyielding, calculating, and yet impossibly magnetic.“You cannot hide it forever,” he called, voice slicing through the wind. “The fire within you will reveal itself, whether you wish it or not.”Elara swallowed, grit in her teeth. “I’m not hiding anything, Kael,” she shot back, though her voice trembl

The Grand Hall of the Shadow Keep gleamed with opulence, though its beauty was marred by the subtle scent of tension. Candles flickered along towering pillars, casting long, quivering shadows that seemed to whisper secrets only the walls could hold. The long oak tables were laid with silver platters, crystal goblets filled with wine as dark as blood, and bowls overflowing with roasted meats, fruits, and spiced breads. Servants moved silently, carefully placing dishes and wine, their eyes darting nervously to the lords, nobles, and knights who filled the hall. Elara stepped cautiously through the crowd, her golden eyes alert. Every whisper, every glance, every subtle movement felt like a potential threat. The bond throbbed against her chest, the pulse of Kael’s presence like a heartbeat she could not ignore. Even in the midst of grandeur, the hunger of the curse lurked beneath the surface, and every eye that met hers seemed to weigh her destiny against their own ambition. Kael follo

The candles in the Great Hall had burned down to nubs, their wax pooling like pale blood over the silver candelabras. The nobles had departed in uneasy silence, leaving behind the faint scent of wine and fear. The Feast of Thorns was over, but the echo of it lingered—like the last note of a dirge that refused to fade.Elara stood beside one of the high arched windows, her hands resting on the cold stone sill. The night beyond was heavy with fog, and the red moon was just beginning to wane. Its light cast her reflection across the glass—pale, watchful, and utterly changed.She hadn’t realized how much she’d altered since that first night in Valenmoor. Her magic, once soft and careful, now pulsed like something alive beneath her skin. She’d become sharper. Stronger. And more dangerous.“You shouldn’t stand near the window,” Kael’s voice came from behind her—calm, deep, threaded with exhaustion. “A single arrow could end what the curse began.”Elara didn’t turn. “I don’t think any of you

The night air carried the scent of rain and smoke. Elara stood on the balcony overlooking the Shadow Court, her fingers gripping the railing tight enough to leave faint crescent marks in her skin.Below, the palace slept uneasily. The moon—half-shrouded in cloud—cast long, trembling shadows over the black stone walls. She could feel Kael’s presence somewhere deep within the fortress, a steady pulse through the bond that hummed between them like a second heartbeat.She had grown used to it.Too used to it.The sound of footsteps broke her thoughts. She turned quickly, hand instinctively going to the dagger strapped beneath her robe.A figure emerged from the shadows—hooded, graceful, moving like a whisper of smoke.“Elara.”Her breath caught. That voice.She knew it.“…Liora?”The hood slipped back, revealing a face that once meant safety. Liora’s eyes were the same deep brown, glinting with stubborn light, though her skin was paler now—her expression drawn tight with exhaustion.“You’