Curse Of The Royal Harem Novels & Stories

There was enough blood here that should have meant my life was over. “They were both Royals. They came from different blood lines, but ultimately, they were both of Royal blood. So, I have started Daryl’s transition.” “You what?” “A simple curse will not kill a Royal. Just like a blade to the heart, it will slow us down, may make life more difficult, but this way the curse will not kill him, just as Amber’s curse did not kill you. Though it appears that hers was never meant to kill you anyway. Just keep you trapped.”

"Don't do it," he yelled. "Elara! Stop!" I wanted to, so I gave in to it... gladly letting the darkness take me with it. ****** She was wolfless, powerless, and marked as an outcast. He was born ruthless, powerful — an Alpha feared not just in the packs, but in the underworld where blood and power rule. When Elara discovers her fated mate is the man who destroyed her pack and crushed her world, her life begins to fall apart again. He should be her protector… but to him, she is nothing but a liability he cannot afford. But fate is merciless. They tried to fight it but their bond burns too fiercely to be ignored. Will Elara risk her heart and safety for the mate who ruined

AURORA The loud echo of the door slamming against the wall sent a ripple shock through the harem. Every movement halted, conversations ceased, and all eyes turned to us. Damon yanked aside the red silk curtain with a violent tug, revealing more naked women scattered across the plush beds. Immediately they dropped into submissive bows, their heads low in reverence to their king. He walked towards one of the beds where one woman bowed, her breast was fully on display. Damon didn’t glance at her.

"The truth, King Liam, is that your mother, Circe, cast a curse upon the entire kingdom before her demise. She vowed that love would never take root in these lands, and your life became the price paid for such a promise. We, the spirits, accepted her offering. We accepted the curse, for it was paid in blood." The words hung in the air, a revelation that sent ripples through the fabric of reality itself. The ancient spirits, bound by an age-old pact, had woven the threads of a curse that cast a shadow over the kingdom. "The curse dictates that the kings of this realm shall never know love. Whenever a king in this lineage dares to love, consequences will unfold," the spirit continued, its voic

They looked like they were trying to kiss but something was keeping them from doing so. It seemed ironic that Layla would be reading a romance novel when she seemed like the last person on earth who wanted to fall in love. It was also ironic that she was stuck in a harem for a man that seemed revolted by affection. Rebecca looked away. She went to rub her face to alleviate some of the burning, but she remembered she was wearing makeup just before she was about to mess up Yasmine’s hard work. She lowered her hand and clenched the dress’s fabric in her fists.

I say and struggle out of my sleep bag. “What is that? It hurts. What’s going on?” “I know. I know,” I say and sit on top of her, pinning her hands by her side. “It’s Caspian.” Another brilliant flash of pain, and then the words, clear as a bell, “A new king rises.” But the call is distorted, wrong somehow. It’s dark and menacing and fills us with fear instead of hope. “Aaah, fuck,” my mate screams and tries to get out from under me. “Make it stop.”

“Why do we need that many? Is he getting better or worse?” Damon fell silent. “Why aren't you saying anything? Aren't we sending any of those women home?” I demanded. I understood that this whole werewolf participation was a sham to tame the King's curse. The healer assured us that if we filled the palace with seraphinas coupled with natural therapy, he would gradually stabilise. We were down to ten women and sooner or later, people would get suspicious. Especially when it is discovered that none of those women actually got home. “Answer me, dammit!” I slammed my fists on the desk. “They have already been defiled by royals. Are you trying to serve the king leftovers?”

The pup that died silently while I drained the life from Harper… My pup. A Royal White Wolf... And then it hit me. The curse. An ancient legend about the Royal line. If you intentionally harm your Royal mate, and they reject you, your body will violently repel all others. The disgust I felt for Bella… it was because Harper had rejected me. "No… no…" I stumbled back, hitting the wall, all the strength gone from my body. "I have to find Harper…" I muttered, my voice hollow. "I have to apologize… explain… I was tricked…"

She was his mate. ~✿~ Amairah Garcia, the queen of the Fated Kingdom, was caged in her own castle. No one had ever seen her as they were scared of the curse she was born with. There were many rumours about her but none of them came out as a truth when the time passed and the mystery unfolded itself. —