All Chapters of Cursed by the Dark Prince : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The battlefield was drenched in ruin — smoke, ash, and blood all mixing into a choking haze. Lightning split the heavens in jagged arcs, illuminating the monstrous figure that once was Kael. His armor was scorched black, his eyes burning with the crimson fury of the dark gods. Every breath he took seemed to warp the air, the corruption inside him crackling like fire beneath his skin.“Elara…” His voice was a growl now, fractured and distorted, like a thousand whispers clawing to escape. “Run.”But she didn’t.Her robes were torn, her body shaking, but her hands glowed faintly with that warm golden light — the light that had once soothed children, healed wounds, and mended broken bones. Now it trembled against the storm of his rage. She took a step toward him, her heart pounding so loud she could barely hear the screams of soldiers retreating behind her.“I’m not leaving you,” she said softly, though her voice was nearly drowned by the thunder. “You’re still in there, Kael. I can feel

The world was still burning when Kael opened his eyes.The sky above him had turned into a violent smear of gray and gold, clouds twisting as if torn between night and dawn. His body ached with every breath; his armor had half-melted from the blast, his skin seared by the heat of divine fire. But none of that mattered.“Elara…”Her name tore from his throat like a prayer too raw to be heard.He pushed himself up through the rubble, vision swimming. The courtyard where she’d stood was now a crater of glowing stone and shattered glass. In its center floated a faint, trembling light—the last trace of her.“Elara!” he shouted again, stumbling forward, half crawling, half dragging himself across the broken ground.When he reached her, she was barely recognizable—her body fragile, translucent, her hair drifting weightlessly in the air like threads of molten gold. Her eyes fluttered open, their usual emerald hue now pale, almost white.“Kael…” Her voice was barely a whisper. “You’re alive.”

The storm above the shattered palace was unnatural—born not of clouds, but of grief. The air itself trembled, torn by the clash of Kael’s curse and Elara’s fading light. Every heartbeat was agony; every breath felt like swallowing fire.Elara stood in the middle of the throne room, her knees weak, her skin glowing faintly like molten gold beneath her shredded robes. Her hands trembled as she pressed them against Kael’s chest, against the darkness that writhed and pulsed beneath his skin like living smoke.“Kael,” she whispered, her voice cracked and soft, “you have to let me in.”But he didn’t hear her. The curse was consuming him—his veins black, his eyes burning with the color of spilled ink. The monster she had once feared now wore the face she loved most.“Get away!” he roared, his voice echoing through the broken hall. “I can’t—control—it!”He slammed his fist into the marble floor, the force cracking it like glass. Shadows rippled outward, coiling like serpents, tearing through

Light and shadow collided like storms above the broken heavens.Kael’s scream split through the divine halls as his blade met the gods’ light. Every swing tore holes through the radiance surrounding them, the sky fracturing with each strike. The world beneath trembled — mountains cracking, seas rising.He was beyond mortal now. Beyond reason. His body burned from within, every vein filled with molten fury, but still he fought — for her. Always for her.“You dare bring your curse here?” one of the gods thundered, its voice shaking the void. “You cannot destroy what we are!”Kael staggered forward, eyes blazing red. “I’m not here to destroy you,” he snarled. “I’m here to end this damn curse!”He lunged again, cutting through divine armor, dark fire spilling from his sword. The gods reeled as his curse flared, no longer a chain — but a weapon. A heartbeat later, black lightning tore across the heavens.And then—He heard her.“Kael…”Her voice was soft, trembling, distant — but real.He

Morning came gently to Valenmoor for the first time in a thousand years.No crimson light. No trembling ground. No howling wind thick with ash.Just a sun that rose golden and warm over the ruins, spilling light through cracked towers and over blackened hills. The scent of smoke still lingered, but beneath it was something softer — rain, soil, new grass daring to grow through the ash.Elara stood at the edge of what had once been the palace courtyard. Her boots sank into damp earth, still streaked with soot. The marble steps were fractured, scorched black. Yet through the cracks, delicate green vines wound upward, curling toward the sun as if they remembered what hope felt like.She pressed a hand to her chest. The world hummed faintly beneath her fingertips — weaker than before, but alive. Magic no longer roared through her veins the way it once had. It whispered now, gentle and human, like a lullaby.Behind her, footsteps echoed softly.“You shouldn’t be on your feet,” Kael said.Hi