Novel & Cerita Curse Palace

Because even if they separate, she knew her husband still won’t love her the way he loved the other woman. So she locked up herself in that palace, wrapping herself in pain and remorse. Until a curse was born out of mental torment and distress that cloaked the entire palace the second she, herself, took the life out of her. “What do you think we’ll see inside that palace?” Sydney asked when we stepped past a brick structure that looks like the under of the balcony with a series of vines and green creepers attached and dangling on it. “Could we be seeing a human corpse?” she giggled.

I head down the hall to the single presidential suite at the very end. Obnoxiously lavish. Pearly and pristine. I knock once. “Housekeeping.” No response. I knock again. Nothing. I tap my access card against the handle. It clicks. I slip inside, nudging the door shut with my foot. The bed is a disaster—sheets twisted, pillows scattered, suspicious dry patches I would have preferred not to notice. I sigh and strip the sheets. A pair of panties flies across the room when I snap one loose. Delightful.

The seed had already been planted in his head, and nothing but the absolute truth would remove it. “Where did you find him?” he asked Micah. “He found us. We were looking for his trail northbound down the river when he just walked towards us,” Micah answered. “Did he say anything?” Had he told them about the curse? “He was off his head,” Micah said. “He kept saying that he was the king and then singing. We had to gag him on the way back. When we started questioning him in the cell, he kept repeating something about a blood moon. He smelled like a rogue, but I can’t be sure.”

She flits from the room just as quickly as she came. Sighing, I pull myself away from the window. The sounds of the city come to me, even though the heart of it is still a few miles away. We live just outside the limits, sequestered away in our own little kingdom. Away from the humans. Just as Mother and Father like it. We’ve lived here for hundreds of years, immigrating from the Old Country and extending our control here. Our wealth grew with our lineage, passed down from ancestor to ancestor. The palace was one of the first buildings to be erected in our new land. There’s no other word for it.

My wolf said. As seconds pass, the heat, the fire, the bones shifting. Muscles pulling tight. I cringed, hand clutching my chest. She’s coming… My vision blurred. A low snarl echoed in my mind. “You should calm down, Silver. I am trying to connect with the spirit.” And from across the square, Elder Mira turned to me, her blind eyes suddenly glowing. She walked toward me, moving faster than her cane should allow. She touched my cheek. “Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.”

"That, we're happy, enjoying the throne and wealthiness by ourselves? While the real owner owner of it, is enduring the Cursed that you've done to him? Even he really doesn't deserve's it?" "How dare you--!" "All right! Kill me! That's the only place you're good at, isn't it!? To kill someone!" the vein in my throat was almost constricted from shouting so much. I didn't hesitate and left the huge King and Queen hall. If you look at the palace from the outside, yet you really dream of being able to live in it because of the sheer splendor of the design. Because the palace is made of pure gold and the things that is still inside it are also pure glittering diamonds as well as the chairs and fu

The moment the blood touched her tongue, she sighed in relief, the flavor bursting across her senses like the first rays of dawn after a long night. She drank three glasses before she could speak. “It was horrible, Father. The humans, their scent, their blood… I couldnae focus. And the pain… it was like nothin’ I’ve ever felt before.” Her father sat across from her, his expression thoughtful. “It was nae just hunger,” he said. “The curse weighed heavy on ye. It’s a dangerous thing, magic wielded with hate.” “Who would do such a thing?” Moira asked, though the answer was already forming in her mind.

“You’ll need guidance far greater than mine. Seek the First Wizard — the oldest of our kind. He dwells at the edge of the kingdom village, in a hut the wind itself dares not touch. He will not just show you the path… he will decide if you’re worthy to walk it.” I wished I could scrub the image from my mind — the crimson sky, the clash of light and dark, the smoke swallowing everything whole. I never wanted to see that future, not for me, not for Carter. The thought of losing him — my brother in all but blood, my one constant in the chaos — to some twisted curse felt worse than death itself. It wasn’t just fear that clawed at me; it was the sharp, sinking ache of knowing that fate had already

“Because six months after the war ended, there was a violent earthquake that shook the entire island. Most of the dwellings that had survived the fires that had been started during the fighting fell to the ground, including the palace. Only a small part of the castle remains intact today–the Temple of the Moon Goddess. The rest crumbled, including the throne room, where King Antonio was holding court. He was killed. It’s said that when the few survivors came looking for him, they found his head severed by a large chunk of marble that had fallen from the ceiling.” “Antonio?” she had repeated. “Uncle Tony?” Her eyes had gone to Mystica. The healer had nodded. “If the curse is true, he would be

The fortress stood in eerie silence after the Revenants’ second assault. Smoke curled through shattered arches, and ash coated the mosaic floors once bathed in golden light. Elizabeth lay in the infirmary, her body still glowing faintly, her breathing shallow. Though the curse had been partially purged, the remnants coiled around her soul like a patient serpent, waiting. Lucian watched over her, unblinking. “Where’s the cure?” he growled to the court healer, an ancient wolfess named Meridia.