Curse Palace Novels & Stories

"So what you're saying is we're literally stuck on a cliff face with a flood below us and a cursed faceless woman behind us?" "We aren't stuck," Ling Zhou snapped. She stepped right past Kai Feng, her leather boots crunching loudly on the loose gravel. Her green pine musk was hitting the air in frantic waves, trying to force Kai Feng’s instincts to sync up with hers, but she was focused entirely on the gate. She pulled a long, bone-handled hunting knife from her boot. "The curse only triggers on the royal bloodline. It doesn't know who I am." "Ling Zhou, wait—" Kai Feng reached out to grab her shoulder, but she was already moving.

"She's still a curse." The word didn't hit the way it used to. Kael stepped forward, slow and deliberate, each movement controlled. "You planned to kill me in my own home," he said. His voice was quiet, but it carried farther than the elder's. "You gathered wolves in the dark and called it loyalty." Another step. "You're the curse." Something shifted in the circle. A wolf near the edge lowered his gaze, shoulders dipping. Another took a half-step back, the movement small but loud in the silence. Others looked between Kael and the elder, uncertainty creeping in where certainty had stood before.

Leona was confused as she turned to the two men in turn. Ethan stared in disbelief at Leona. He seemed to doubt what he had just heard. How could there be anyone in this country who didn't know William Redorge's status as director and main heir to the famous R Corp? "Why are you silent? There's really something important that-" "Never mind, not a big deal." William cut off Leona's words. Leona screeched in confusion. Not long after, a burst of laughter broke out from in front of Leona. He is Ethan. Leona felt even more strange. It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly.

Seeing as phoenixes are naturally un-killable, they sought every way possible to counter those laws of nature and over throw him as the Emperor. That was when the curse of ‘The Midnight Sun’ came into being through the aid of a very powerful sorceress of evil. A curse made by an ancestral and celestial sorceress capable of disintegrating a thousand pheonixes in the split of a second. The curse was made but not without a vial consequence. All phoenixes in the world including those who rebelled against the king’s rule burnt to ashes and died when the rays of the midnight sun fell to the earth.

He only agreed to it once Carmen threatened to break up with him, thus making it seem like he was hopelessly devoted to her. This pleased Carmen and Burton even more, further strengthening their trust in him. They gave Evan a tour of the base for their organ trafficking operation. It had been set up in the basement of an abandoned psychiatric hospital in the city's suburbs. Meanwhile, they used the building above ground to imprison the homeless people they captured, as well as the women and children they trafficked. The camera Evan was wearing recorded all of this too. Now that there was more than enough evidence, Evan and the police planned on conducting the arrest during his and Carmen's w

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

The curse writhed inside me, twisting and knotting like tangled wires sparking with heat. “Stop,” I whispered. It didn’t. My wolf howled. I collapsed to my knees again. The stranger reached for me. Darius grabbed his arm. Kael put himself between us. Kaden pulled me against him, voice shaking. “Stay with me.” Damon lifted a hand. The curse inside me surged violently. I screamed. The stone beneath me cracked. My vision went white. Then everything stopped. Dead silent. Because a new sound echoed through the palace. Not a beast.

Like it was reaching for something just out of sight. Lucian felt it, too. I could see it in the tightness of his shoulders, in the flick of his eyes to my throat where the bond shimmered beneath the skin like wildfire held back by sheer will. "We need to speak to Elan," he said. "The curse—whatever it is, it's not dormant anymore." I nodded. We made our way through the stone corridors of the palace, past soldiers sharpening blades and courtiers whispering behind silk-veiled hands. Fear rode every shadow. War was a heartbeat away, and the people could smell it.

He had no choice but to follow behind. From a distance, Catherine saw black smoke billowing from the queen's palace. The royal guards were actively fighting the fire, and many servants were spectating. "Well, the doctor managed to treat the princes' illness, but then the queen's palace caught fire. Maybe the curse is taking effect!" "Yeah, it must be. Haven't you heard about it? The queen's family has witches who are skilled in powerful magic!" "The curse of the queen must be real!" "Yeah, that's right!"

I have gone and everywhere about Carlisia and the only place is now the Valentine family palace. Gabriel was walking across a group of trees while looking for the palace. The only thing that he thinks is that something is strange. Remember the palace as if it was here yesterday. Old, ancient and beautiful. I was impressed by the first day but the disputes related to blood always wins and destroying everything beautiful. Nothing live forever or longer than time. This is the world. This is life. Each statements of the way leading to the hidden palace, but nothing was not true, does not mean that nothing is normal since Carlisia was taken but he was losing. In order to pass the shorts of him, h