Curse Palace Novels & Stories

"Majesty, I cannot break the curse. No one can. There is no way out of it. It's ancient and dark magic. It only ends with death" Not the answer I was looking for. I scream with absolute anger. The palace shakes. "You did this to me, you will resolve this. If I cannot kill him, then you need to think of a solution. He needs stopped. Human women and children were slaughtered. A war is imminent"

Nothing mattered to me as much as finally getting rid of Layla and I had no intention of resting until I finally did so. As soon as the palace came into view while we rode on our horses, we took a different turn and headed toward a deserted field. The deserted field was home to an abandoned underground prison that only a few people knew of since it’d been out of use for years and that made it a perfect location to place the curse on Layla without any intruding eyes barging in.

The reason for this was none other than Fredrich. It happened suddenly. One day, the abandoned palace got a visitor. The place buzzed to life, the servants hurriedly cleaning the place up for the arrival of the Grand Duke, Fredrich Kristen. She had heard a lot of stories of the man, many detailing his cruelty. He was the Duke of the cursed Southeast after all, the overseer of the Forest of Damnation.

Mila tried to take another step back, until her back hit the wall and she couldn’t find a way out when Aaric came very fast and trapped her between his arms that he put on both side of Mila, he didn’t seem to sane enough to talk to her, but he was trying to get her attention. “I know why you do this, Mila,” he said in forcing tone, as he didn’t want to accept the rejection. “This is because of the curse, right? You know that this is because of the curse. You can’t leave this palace because of the curse that bind you to this place.” Hearing that, Mila frowned, she didn’t know what Aaric was talking about. She knew about the curse, but the curse didn’t make her stayed in this palace. she wante

As he casually waved his hand, mysterious characters came into view and charged toward the eleven Furies. Sensing an immense power sweeping toward them, the eleven Furies’ faces turned pale as they hurriedly staggered backward. However, they were too late. Under the envelopment of the Curse Magic, their vitality was slowly being sapped away. Even though they were Grand Emperors, they could not break free of the curse. Soon, they gradually aged. “Curses!” Upon seeing this, the Chancellor could no longer stay by the sidelines. As he cursed, he charged out of the Sanctuary.

The knight bowed down to her, and after fetching his own horse, she rode with Lady Shia towards the courtyard prison. The courtyard prison was a well-guarded facility located in the heart of the palace. It wasn’t actually a formal prison for offenders; to be more exact, it is a temporary holding chamber built primarily for cursed ones. King Caldwell had erected it within the palace walls so that he could keep cursed ones secured within a place that was heavily donned with guiding stones. Of course, what other strong facility could beat the palace itself when its very foundation was made of a pure piece of guiding stone?

He wriggled his body, in a desperate attempt to shake off the curse as if it was just dust. "But I am no woman like you," she glanced at the unmoved clutch of cloth that covers the babe, "though moved by my wrath, I could never hurt the innocent that you will sire into this world. Yet, I will not look past the enormities of your doing, and so as the last of my mercy on your kin, these words will break the curse: only united hearts arise from the flames of betrayals and sins shall be freed." Waves of moon's power was delivered once more to Ganur's skin, settling in to every fibre of his being, sealing the curse completely. Satisfaction sits well in Orav's heart, but still the fire was not ext

Tens of thousands years ago, one discover something that shock the realities of the world... It lead the nation to a great change; affects throughout the world, the change brought a new beginning. The beginning of the curse... "This has to stop," a voice of a woman says, gentle rubbing the crystalize ball that twinkling about. She was place in the dark, only her voice reach the every corner of the room. "Tell me," a voice of man response, his voice gentle. Setting across the high-level throne that shone with bizzare gold, his lips parted as his eyes shone with strange light. "What it is you wish to conquer?"

Their eyes met, and Aleksander's intense gaze held hers, his eyes burning with a fierce inner light that left her breathless. Alina's mind struggled to reconcile the fierce enemy who had saved her life with the stunningly handsome man before her, his presence commanding the air out of her lungs. "Where is Faris?" Alina asked, her eyes darting around with fear. "In the House of Terror," Aleksander replied, his gaze fixed on her as he stood up. "What? Have him released now!" Alina demanded, her voice cracking. She clutched her parched throat. "He's a traitor and deserves to be there," Aleksander said coolly, offering her a cup of water.

"But we need to find Lydia, and we need to figure out how to lift this curse. We've got a long road ahead of us, and we can't afford any more mistakes." "I'm so sorry about all of this," Ethan grumbled. "Just pray that we find a solution out of this situation you put us in. And I hope you learn a valuable lesson this time," Ethan hung his head low, his fingers fidgeting. "We need to think of something," he announced facing the rest of the pack. "Hey, what about witches?" Lucas hesitated, glancing around at the others to gauge their reactions. "I mean, they're powerful, right? And since one of them placed the curse, which means a witch can lift it too?"