Curse Of The Royal Harem の小説・ストーリー

I shouldn't want that right now. But he makes me want it. I couldn't deny it, especially when we are here in our own little world, I could not be happier. Just then a voice rang out as we lay there in silence just enjoying the moment of our truth. “When the two royal bloodlines meet and mate, the curse will break, and the king will fall." It sounded like an old lady whispering.

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

She released me from her hug "She was one of the two princesses that almost killed Amara. She really tried her best during her time according to the book Remorse Heroine by Andrew Collins In the year 1625. And she was the only person that had that dream. The others only fought on the stories that were passed down to them" "Who was the second princess that almost won the fight?" I asked curiously and she smiled "Sabrina the great. She really fought with Amara and she might have won if she had also saw the dream"

Born of royal wolf and royal lycan blood, her existence bore the weight of an ancient curse—an ethereal shadow that clung to her soul, intertwining her destiny with the mysteries of the night. This unnamed princess, shrouded in the moon's radiant light, navigated the intricacies of her dual heritage. The curse, a spectral presence within her, cast a shadow upon her lineage, marking her as an anomaly in the tapestry of royal bloodlines. Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence.

He then walked to the desk, where he had placed his book, and began flipping through the pages. "Here," he said, tapping his finger on a specific page. I crouched down to read the faint letters. "The Royal Curse of Narcissa. The first royalty to possess the blood of a werewolf and a mythological creature. Narcissa is considered a forbidden fruit, and her existence is a curse. The royalty was killed at the age of 18." I raised my eyebrows at Marcelo, who was waiting for a shocked reaction from me. However, I remained expressionless. Marcelo spoke again, "This Royal curse is connected to Aria."

She spent years researching how to reverse the side effect but nothing worked so she embarked on a quest of finding others who were cursed like her. Years passed and she kept aging on and on till she found a fascinating someone, he is just a teenager and haven't realized his curse of reincarnation but she did, she found her way into his life that day and was waiting for the right moment to come so she'll perform the sacrifice and take over his power of reincarnation. Doing that she would be unstoppable, whenever she ages, the only way out would be to kill herself and come back to life again always. Her plan was going well and it was just 7 years that were remaining for the process to complet

She changed everything in the kingdom including my mom's simple recipe for the royal family. I knew the moment she stepped into the grand ballroom hall with her red bareback dress as my father took her hand for a dance on the night of his birthday, my life would change. It would gradually change. But I had no idea that change was dreadful for when I turned ten, I was banished when the high priest announced to everyone at dinner, "The Alpha King's heir curse is a threat to our pack. His cure can only be found in the human world!" At that time, my stepmother was already carrying his seed, the next in line to the throne.

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but worst off the fact that this family might have been the one to place this curse on him was what raged him the most. They must be so powerful, and that Fenris confirmed. Hybrids, vampires, witches and werewolves. “Fuck!” Adolph cursed, his hands on his waist as he stood abashed and angered still, “You know what?” He said again, turning to face his uncle and Connor, “I’m done with this. I need to go to the garden to get some fresh air, and clear my head.” “I could come with you.” Connor insisted but Adolph raised his hands waving him off as he began to walk out of the throne room.

"I've noticed as well, that's why we have to repaint the whole room whenever this happens." "You all have heard of this over and over, but this is the curse of the ones that Prince Russel have killed. If he continues to slaughter more people in this room, there would be a time that the blood stains on the walls can't be hidden anymore to expose the cruel nature of the Prince." "Ugh, enough with the damn horror stories. We all know that it's not true." "Hehehe, you're just scared." The workers continued to talk as they fix the Prince's room. Meanwhile, Russel heads to his study to begin the plans for his wedding with Lianne Ronnenberg.

Queen Mila stared anxiously at him, she was ready to do anything to save her son from the curse that had been placed on him, even before his existence. Her son, Jamal the prince of Zedora had been cursed by Naja, a winter witch to an heart of ice and stone, years before he was born, after finding out that King Carne, Jamal's grandfather was responsible for the death of five maidens from the winter clan, two of which were her apprentice. She had then placed a curse on his third generation which happened to be Jamal. At first, it was called off as a bluff. Not until Jamal was born and he didn't cry like every other new born child neither he laugh. His face was still with no emotions present.