Curse Of The Royal Harem 소설 & 이야기

“Your Majesty, as per the recent blood test I am agonized to tell that the condition of Prince is far worse than thought.” His mouth twitched hearing those words and he clenched his fist on the armrest. “Straight to the point, Len.” Alexander spoke not wanting to ponder more on the upsetting news. “It looks like the rumors of his curse aren’t rumors. I examined a sample of his semen from last few weeks and unfortunately it is too powerful to even adapt the surrogacy method.” Len’s words broke Sebastian’s heart.

Patron blinked, clearly caught off guard by the intensity of it. “You… don’t know?” he asked carefully. Every muscle in my body went still. Even Zey silenced. “Know what? ” Silence stretched between us. Then Patron exhaled slowly, like he was stepping onto thin ice. “Long ago,” he said, “the Daywalker oracle delivered a prophecy. She foresaw the rise of a werewolf queen. Born from the Crescent bloodline. Strong enough to unite the fractured packs.” My brows pulled together. “A Female Alpha?” I said flatly.

"What's…wrong?" Valerius closed his eyes and leaned down until his forehead touched mine. "You don't know the full truth about the royal bloodline, Serenity," he whispered. His voice was full of pain. "The Frost line carries an ancient curse. We are born with great power, but it comes with a terrible price. My bloodline is barren. I cannot have children. And as we grow older, the Royal Bleed slowly destroys our minds. The madness takes our sanity first, and then it takes our lives. Only my fated mate can bear my pups and heal this curse.."

He was a king but he could do nothing for a curse. Gatlin and Victoria did everything they could to undo the curse but it was very strong. The whole palace was in turmoil when the Eudaemonia tribe took over the whole kingdom. They did not treat the two tribes equally and the only ones who could live freely outside of Hesteria were the Eudaemonia. While the Ephemerals were thrown inside the University and there studied repeatedly until very little was left. King Gatlin lost power and the curse gradually took effect on their lives.

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

All members of the criminal organization would be in attendance that day. Lilies were Carmen's favorite flower, so her bouquet was made out of them. Yet, when the ceremony began, Carmen saw Evan standing up ahead with a bouquet of roses—my favorite flowers. Though she had a puzzled look in her eye, she continued making her way toward him. With a voice that no one could hear, Evan murmured, "Lyra, you're the only woman I'd ever marry. May this bouquet of roses stand in for you as you accompany me to complete this act."

“But there’s one last piece you need before the ritual can finish. The maid’s badge. Your mom hid it inside the east wing, under the loose floorboard in the old maid quarters. Small silver pin. Queen’s seal on the front, drop of her blood sealed in the back. It’s the final anchor. Without it the awakening either fizzles or tears you apart from the inside.” I stared at him. “So where exactly?” “Deserted royal stronghold. You have to get it before the ceremony. His scouts are already sniffing around those grounds. If they find it first,” Caius cut in. “Hold up. The deserted royal stronghold? That place is cursed. I’ve seen the old pack reports, people go in and either come out insane, clawing

"It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did." "You're wrong," Layla said desperately. "Atreus doesn't love me. I'm nothing but a meal to him. He's proven that much." "I'm afraid it's even more complicated than that," Niniane muttered, refilling their glasses. Layla picked it up and took a long drink, not ready to hear anymore. "As I said, Ravana is a ruthless b*stard. There's no way he would let Atreus wake from his sleep and live happily ever after." Niniane took a deep breath. "You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?"

Her brow furrowed in concentration; her mind fully immersed in the ancient words that danced across the page. "The curse, cast by Selene's hand," Lucy's voice trembled, as if she herself could feel the weight of that fateful moment, "bound The Lycan Lord to an eternal struggle, cast to the underworld awaiting someone to summon him." The words hung in the air, laden with the weight of an unending torment that echoed through the ages. The thought of such suffering, of being eternally ensnared in the clutches of despair, stirred an ache deep within my chest.

Maybe Hazel's magic triggered the curse and this is all a dumb mistake. He turns his head, surveying the area. “You’re in my tomb," he murmurs as that gaze sweeps back to me. I was hoping he didn't know much about the circumstances of the curse that has kept him locked in here. Maybe I could play it off as being an explorer who stumbled onto the tomb, but it's clear he knows how this all works. “Yes, but-“ “So you’re my mate.” He isn't relenting, and neither is that stare. I step back into the pool, as if my proximity might convince him. “You’re not listening-“