Curse Of The Royal Harem นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Skhemarriah!... The whisper came again, low and menacing. A slow threat over the princess's life for the fifth time since she visited the blood hearth. If she knew about it's curse she would have never entertained the thought of having it's power. The memory of the trip to the hearth made bowel raise up her throat. The nauseous feeling followed her into her en-suite bathroom causing her to barely make it to the toilet. Her sickness had alarmed the entire kingdom because her kind rarely got ill and according to the doctors her condition was incurable.

They were crudely charcoal-scrawled, the letters shaky but frantic. Alpha King Nikolai, the message read. The curse on your rifts is not fed by gold alone. Tanya paid the blood coven, but Richard has anchored the spell using an ancient Eclipse relic hidden inside the royal catacombs beneath the Bloodmoon palace. As long as that relic remains active, the ash will keep returning to your rivers, and it will slowly drain Queen Elena’s remaining life force until her core collapses completely. You cannot break this with an army from the outside. If you launch a full-scale invasion, Richard will destroy the catacombs and seal the relic forever, killing her. There is a secret drainage pipe behind th

One empress, for example, drowned during the spring thaw even while twenty royal guards stood watch around her. Another empress vanished while giving birth under circumstances so suspicious that the official records omitted nearly every detail, while a third died shortly after her husband abandoned an active military campaign because of a nightmare he never spoke of again. As Halrem turned each brittle page, an unsettling pattern became impossible to ignore. These tragedies repeated so often that they no longer felt like coincidence, but like a curse that had followed the Kaine bloodline through generations. Then, one sentence stopped her completely. ‘The northern beast spares no kneeling ki

I would help my husband overcome whatever battles awaited him, because all I wanted was a happy life. As I continued reading, a strange feeling crept over me. I felt watched. My name appeared boldly in the book: MIRA. And what followed stunned me. Could I be the one to break the curse? Or the one to end the prince’s life? According to the text, I was destined for greatness and power. Whichever path I chose—Luca or Derek—I would always lead as queen. But the difference mattered: one would treat me like a queen and cherish me, pet me like a beloved child; the other would crown me yet treat me as a slave.

The curse was tightening again , slow, invisible claws digging through blood and bone. The healers called it the Elder Rot, a sickness born of the first Lycan blood. They said it came to every king who ruled too long without balance, a reminder that even power must bow to nature. I ruled for twenty years. And now my body reminded me that I was only flesh pretending to be more. But I wasn’t ready to surrender , not to death, not to the council, not to the storm queen who had once been my wife. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Curse Within

I pushed the heavy doors open and stepped inside, letting them close softly behind me. Quiet. Good. I exhaled slowly and walked deeper between towering shelves, my fingers brushing the spines of books that had survived wars, fallen kings, and forbidden histories. This place didn’t judge. It only waited to be remembered. I already knew the facts—facts that sat in my chest like unfinished spells. Raiden had been cursed for years. Not wounded. Not weakened. Cursed. A deliberate, malicious magic crafted by Selene herself.

For all I knew, Nik was in good health, and he was holding a crucial role in Dmitry’s kingdom back in Russia. “It is the curse,” answered Dmitry, giving me a look. The kind of look which showed how this situation had angered him more simply because there was absolutely nothing that he could do to fix it. He didn’t need to explain further because I already knew what he was talking about. According to their history, about a century ago, the goddess Selene had warned their kingdom about a dangerous occurrence that might happen but the people there had disregarded her warning. In the end, this horrible thing truly had happened and since then there was this curse. I didn’t truly understand the de

The silence between us was suffocating and broken only by the crackle of the flames Or sometimes the shuffling of papers scattered across the table even though they were doing nothing to help our course. For years now we had been pouring over ancient texts, records and maps desperately trying to find a solution to the curse that hung over our kingdom like a dark cloud. The once-thriving lands were quiet now, filled with a tension that no one dared to speak aloud. People whispered behind closed doors, mourning the futures they feared they would never have… children, families, legacies. It’s been years now since a new baby has been born in this kingdom. It doesn’t matter where you go, you cann

His shock was obvious, but he remained silent, choosing not to ask about it anymore. "So anger will help me turn?" he asked. "It could, but sex can too, if it's deep and primal." I smiled. This got his attention. He loved sex, especially with me. On Xanthea, all royal females are Sirens and are allowed to have harems of as many men and women as she chooses, This is their norm.

As the king walked towards his chambers, he whispered to one of his queen "You know very well but the others don't" "What do I know my Lord" The queen stopped in her track as she faced her husband. "The fact that somebody from our Royal Family is involved in this. The entire world just knows that any for of blood tie evokes the curse. Nobody, except a few, have the knowledge about the fact that the blood tie that actually evokes the curse must be formed between members of the Royal families belonging to the two clans" He said pointing at themselves. "I am well aware my Lord. But what are you implying? " She asked with inquisitive eyes. "I am implying that as the Chief queen you must keep you