Curse Of The Wolf King 소설 & 이야기

The curse said, "Any prince who willingly chooses to leave his pack to form a separate pack would be cursed, he and his mate would never be able to bear a son who would be the Alpha," At first, that sounded like how every other curse was but there was something about it, it said the Alpha and his mate would never be able to bear a son. So what happens if he has a child that isn't from his mate? Alpha Miles, A.K.A, my dad in all his greed decided to sleep with a woman who isn't his mate and that was how he had a son. That was how he had me. I opened the door and I saw him sitting down, close to the window, which was his favorite spot. He said the sunlight brings him energy, unlike other wolve

“A wolf bit me and activated this curse, and I killed him too. And the wolf gene that has always been a part of me... well... it condemned me to the darkness from the moment I was born.” He smiles coolly. “No, darling, I do not want to belong to the Wolves. I want to rule them.” Darkness emanates from him, twisting with the shadows. For a moment, words evade me. Then I laugh, shaking my head. “You wish to be the Wolf King?” “Is that truly so amusing?” “Amusing? No. Deranged, perhaps.” “Perhaps.” He shrugs, pulling his sleeve back down, seemingly unaffected by my derision. “Perhaps not.”

“You’re bargaining over my son like he’s land.” Lucien looked at her fully for the first time. His eyes traveled over her face, her defensive stance, the way she kept Leo half-hidden behind her hip. “You are the human who marked the Wolf King and then vanished for six years. The pack has theories about you. Some say you bewitched him. Some say you stole royal blood. I say you are simply a mother who walked into a war she does not yet understand.” He reached into his coat and produced a folded piece of black parchment sealed with green wax.

--- The great hall was filled with wolves. They had come from every corner of the Dominion, from every pack, every family. They had come to celebrate their queen, to honor her victory, to share in her joy. The hall was decorated with flowers and banners, their colors bright and festive. The tables were laden with food and drink—roasted meats, fresh bread, sweet pastries, and flagons of ale and wine. The air was filled with laughter and music, the sound of wolves singing and dancing.

" I managed to speak confidently even when I was dying of fear inside. I hoped that my threats would be enough to scare them away. "This is treason, Auberon. You dare bring werewolves into our kingdom and try to sell them to our people deceitfully. The king will have your head for this!" The man barked angrily and a small part of me rejoiced. Things seem to be going as planned. A little more heat and my owner will be the one dealing with problems rather than me.

But the story wasn't done. "The werewolf realm did not escape punishment. King Roosevelt hunted them down. He killed their Queen and the first child of their royal bloodline." Micha's eyes widened. "That means… the royal blood ended there?" I swallowed. Or so everyone believed. "But before Roosevelt's Queen died, she cursed the werewolf race. A curse of blood, pain, and suffering. A curse that remains until the last day of the realms." Micha leaned closer. "What curse?" The next lines formed slowly, dripping with tension.

A king who would take the form of a human, yet be born from a true wolf—stronger than any beast that had ever walked the earth. A being whose power was great enough to challenge even the ruler of the underworld. But the Beast King was cursed because of his extraordinary power. He would become a Beast King without a Luna, for his descendants were forbidden from setting foot upon the earth. The moment he was born—every other king would grow weaker. The tale spread… and when it was spoken during a gathering of the Alpha Kings, the Moon Priest who told it was immediately executed for defiling the throne of the Wolf King. Yet the story lived on in the mind of the Wolf King himself—Gargan Noctyrr

As we ventured deeper into the village, I noticed the approach of several wolves, who began to whisper to each other. One wolf with shining fur spoke up: “She's a hybrid! What is the Alpha doing with a cursed creature?” A wolf with a harsh and imposing voice replied: “After this, we will all be considered cursed, for the Goddess will not forgive us.” Another smaller wolf joined the group and asked: “Did the beast steal our king's mind?”

The power, the respect, the silence that followed. Suddenly, a strong dominance rolled through the place. Every wolf froze as a strong scent rolled through. My wolf turned toward it, her ears twitching. The ground trembled softly under his steps. And then he appeared. The Wolf King. “Enough,” his voice thundered, echoing through the trees. “You dare kneel before her?” The wolves flinched. My wolf didn’t. She straightened, meeting his gaze head-on. “You have forgotten who your true King is,” he snarled, walking closer. “No one replaces me. No one commands my kind but me.”

Only the Wolf King could call me at any fucking time and I was quite aware that I had been out of the palace for nearly 20 hours, therefore prompting the call. Yes, I'm the son of Wolf King Karlos of the Western pack tribe. Being the pack's tribe all the neighbouring packs rule under our guidance and control. My father might be the Powerful Wolf King, but he's suffering from an incurable curse that will soon take his life when he clocks 30 in a few months. Not just him; in fact, all the sons of the Royal have been placed under a curse.