Curse Palace Novels & Stories

“His connection… the curse… the soul fragment…” I shook my head violently. “I don’t care about a damn curse at this moment! Come help me, we're going back to the palace now!"

the figure asked, its creepy voice sending chills down Lyon's spine making the hairs on his body stand. Lyon swallowed as his throat felt dry. “What is this? Why am I seeing this?” The figure didn’t answer immediately. It just lifted its finger and pointed and Lyon looked in the direction he was pointing and then he saw it. He saw their once vibrant kingdom that they had rebuilt after all the fights lying in ruins, everything they had all worked for totally destroyed. “The curse,” it said, it's in you. Lyon’s chest constricted. “The curse? What do you mean?”

“When will she come back?” “Soon. Time travel is so short for others while it’s long for the person in question. You should prepare. This battle isn’t over yet.” We turned our head at the same time towards the Palace’s main gate as it was the only thing that stood in the midst of all this chaos. There was an army of the redcursed all twisted and reformed as horribly as possible and behind them, there was the flag of the king shining and sparkling under the moonlight. I had my doubts the curse somehow emerged from within the Palace but I didn’t expect to see them under his command.

The storm didn’t stop when Elara vanished. It only grew worse. Lightning clawed at the sky as Kael stumbled through the ruins of the courtyard, drenched, blinded by rain and grief. The palace lay in shambles—walls collapsed, towers aflame, the stench of burnt magic clinging to every stone. Yet all he could see was the faint golden mist still hanging in the air where she had been. “Elara…” His voice cracked, barely audible against the roar of thunder. “You said the curse would end.”

Shane says as he leans forward, picking up the new file. “That file there...” I say as I point to the file that is still on the table “...contains all the information of the basic story of how the mirror twins, the future Alphas, fought to the death over the fated mate they were to share. During the fight, both of them went over the cliff at the lookout the pack is named for. Then, a few days later, the young lady who they fought over, jumped from the same cliff. She left a note. There is a copy of it there. She said that it was all her fault that the brothers had fought because she wasn’t good enough for them. She goes on to say that since her mates were gone she no longer had a reason to l

It made me fall and fire at the same time. “The moon Goddess really did curse me,”

The torches flickered violently. One by one, they dimmed. The room fell eerily quiet. Every instinct in Seraphina's body screamed. Something was wrong. Then she felt it. A pulse. Deep beneath the palace. Ancient. Powerful. Alive. At the exact same moment, miles away beneath the castle foundations, Killian reached the final stone staircase. His hand touched the wall. His golden eyes burned. The curse inside him trembled. Not defeated. Not yet. But weakening. Above him, his enemies plotted.

“The seal has been touched. The fire wasn’t meant to destroy—it was meant to awaken.” Grandma’s eyes widened. “Awaken what?” “The curse,” he said quietly. “The one that sleeps beneath the palace. Someone wanted this to happen.” A chill ran through Grandma’s body. “Who would do such a thing?” The old man stood, his hands trembling slightly. “Someone from inside the palace,” he said. “Som eone who knows the truth about the royal bloodline. And now… it’s too late to hide it.”

It was one of the reasons I kept him close and also, occasionally, one of the reasons I found him exhausting. I stopped walking. He stopped too, looking at me, waiting. "Have you noticed something?" I said. He frowned slightly. "What?" "The ground," I said. "That sound it makes. That deep, low vibration that runs through the floor of the east wing every few days." I looked at him. "It hasn't happened once since she arrived this morning." Riven was quiet for a second. "So?" he said, but his voice had lost some of its certainty. "So the stories are true," I said. "The curse was never one-sided. It was never just something the Vales carried. We carry our half of it too, and we need them to surv

"It was only a matter of time before your two souls found one another again. I'm just surprised it took as long as it did." "You're wrong," Layla said desperately. "Atreus doesn't love me. I'm nothing but a meal to him. He's proven that much." "I'm afraid it's even more complicated than that," Niniane muttered, refilling their glasses. Layla picked it up and took a long drink, not ready to hear anymore. "As I said, Ravana is a ruthless b*stard. There's no way he would let Atreus wake from his sleep and live happily ever after." Niniane took a deep breath. "You know about the blood curse cast on Atreus, correct?"