Curse Palace Novels & Stories

He waves them off as he approaches me, that familiar smirk pressing against his lips. "Well, isn't this a surprise." He clasps his hands, rubbing them together. I swallow uncomfortably, looking at the guards that opened the door for me. "Can we talk in private?" "Certainly." He nods at me to follow him. "Can I ask what this is about?" "The curse," I murmur, following him through the house. With each step, I can't help but wonder if Sire will take over this, when he finally gets his revenge. This place has always housed Alpha's, although I doubt my mate will want to continue that practice.

My answer. Sarreth laughed and nodded at me. "Why I am even asking? Tsh!" Sarreth pretended to growl at me before we decided to leave Sam and Sarreth's office. "So, when can I meet the mysterious goddess?" I suddenly asked again. Sarreth's natural brown wavy hair was dancing because of the air coming from the window. We moved to the kitchen. Sam said she wanted to see and feel the air outside every time she cooked, so Sarreth installed two large windows in the kitchen of their house.

I didn't want to die. We were in the woods somewhere. The alpha yanked me out of the trunk, shoved me into a tree trunk, and forced a kiss on my lips. "Good luck," he whispered, foul breath making me nauseous. "I doubt you'll last the night, and even if you do they'll kill you when they find you." "Alpha, we need to get back before the police show up or they're gonna think we have her."

Apparently, it was one of those her outbursts moment and I had been rushing to the scene only to be chased back by crumbling boulders and collapsing walls. Yes, her screeching had sent the entire central axis of the Palace building crashing to its feet. Starting from the throne room to some Halls and Chambers away, nothing was left standing. It was all reduced to dust because of the voice of one person and I can’t help but be inclined with the fact that Isla is actually cursed. She has some weird shit going on and I’m grateful for the fact that we are no longer tied by fate. The Lord Luna had been injured during the earth tremor caused by her lovely daughter and nobody was saying anything ab

Chelsea noted. "It's because of the curse," Bryan replied. "What is this curse called?" Chelsea asked. Bryan explained it was the Midnight Curse, which kills the afflicted and their relatives within an hour if not treated. And if the curse is intense, even stabilization won't help. I sat on the ground, pained, feeling my heart slow and my senses dull. I couldn't make sense of what was happening around me. Chelsea's worried voice reached me; she was giving instructions to Belle and Bryan. I fought the pain, trying to draw the curse into myself so it wouldn't harm Flora or pass to Ivan. I couldn't let that happen.

"Perhaps if you go there, they might be in need of maid seeing about two of their maids quit a few days ago." "The palace?" Ria raised her brow. "Do not listen her to my dear!" A man cut in on them. He had a face cap on, a strange metal device in his hand and engine oil smeared all over his cargo jumpsuit. He pulled his sunglasses up to seat at the top of his head, frowning at Ria and the Baker who had now turned their attention to him, the blacksmith. "Those maids quit working there for a reason." The man continued, "that palace is cursed!" He exclaimed.

But what choice did he have? "Maybe we can create more safe rooms in the mansion" Leonore stretched his back and pulled the small diamond circle out of his eye. "The west wing seems to be the least affected by the curse of the Carmesim’s property, in Delfine's diary she talked about other parts that magic does not reach, but it does not specify which" "When did she write these pages?" Icarus asked as he tried to remove the braid from little Uriel's destructive hands.

They all laughed, Suddenly, Stone steps screamed beneath hurried feet as though the figure plunged downward. By the time he reached the dungeon floor, the world above felt distant like a dream abandoned at the edge of the stairs, while the depths waited, patient and unforgiving. He shouted, “THE CURSE HAS BEGUN. WE ARE IN DANGER”

Gray hair painted his black hair despite his cold appeal, feelings of safe and familiarity came from him. "The blood of the late king Alejandro flows through you along with the curse. Melissa you are the Alpha and Micage you are the king, it is a title, a power meant for only one person but obviously the moon goddess had other plans and made you two to become one". "We already know all that story but not the curse. What curse are you talking about?", quick in getting his breathing under control Cage asked. "The curse of the balance. The curse of the Alpha King" He said not making any move to elaborate further.

Prologue The wind howled like something dying. It tore down the jagged slopes of the Senkte Mountains, carrying ash and frost in equal measure, rattling the iron torches that lined the narrow path. High above the world below, where the air thinned and the land itself seemed to recoil, the Daywalker Castle loomed. It did not belong in this realm. Black stone walls rose from the mountain’s spine like broken teeth, etched with ancient runes that pulsed faintly beneath the surface—as if the castle itself breathed. Silver-veined banners snapped violently in the wind, each bearing the same crescent symbol split clean down the middle.