Curse Palace Novels & Stories

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Panicked, I slowly backed away and went into the small bathroom to hide. “Tell me everything that you know about that girl,” Stella growled loudly at Rita. Gasping for air Rita told her that I had been banished from the Green River pack. “What about her supposed curse,” Stella retorted. “I'm not sure, all she told me was that a witch put the bracelet on her because of it,” Rita replied. “USELESS!!! I will remove it from her to see this curse,” Stella announced firmly, then stormed toward the stairs. The moment the door shut I hurried out to help Rita.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

It wasn't like I hadn't tried telling my family about the curse. A month ago, the pack witch, Alina Lopez, told me that the curse was extremely deadly, with no way of lifting it. I would be coughing up blood and dying in a month. The first thing I did was to return home to see my family. As soon as I walked in, I saw my older brother, Kent Greene, happily holding up a beautiful new dress against Natali Fisher. "Dad, Mom, look at the dress Kent bought for me—isn't it beautiful?" Natali twirled around with the dress and looked over to Mom and Dad.

"Because I found something at the Bodleian. Old texts from your time. Writings on spells, curses, witches. I have been working on them for days, trying to decipher them. And I think I have." He handed me a book, his notes marked in the margin. "I think what we felt when we kissed was not just us. It was the curse. Reacting to you. And to me." I blinked at him. "What do you mean?" He guided my eyes to the passage he had underlined and read, his voice low and steady. "It says: Only the kiss of true love, the union of fated souls, creates a ripple strong enough to shatter the curse." The words blurred. A cold that had nothing to do with the window crept up my spine. I let out a sudden, incredul

The pages instantly flipped on their own, stopping at a chapter titled simply: Luca Blackthorn. I began reading, and one revelation after another unfolded. Luca had been cursed because, as the heir to Dreadveil Palace, he was required to find true love and endure tribulations. A man could not rule the palace without true love at his side—he and his chosen one had to prove it. I learned he had an older brother, Derek Blackthorn, an illegitimate child. Derek’s only chance to ascend the throne was if Luca failed to find true love before his fortieth birthday—and eventually died. Derek had been scheming, trying to ensure Luca never found that love.

Chaos erupted in the live stream chat as a ghost hunter dropped a bombshell. [This is like some ancient curse, right out of the past. How is it popping up today?] He laid out the lore for us. [This curse, right? It's old news, like three thousand years old. Razcland was this tiny place, tucked away in the mountains. They were chilling until these invaders rocked up, trying to smoke them out with a big ol' fire.] [However, here's the twist: the attackers started bursting into flames themselves, totally out of the blue, leaving nothing behind. That's the dark magic the old books talk about!]

"I fear I am destined to be bound to your incompetence forever." His words struck me like a physical blow, the mention of our binding curse causing me to step back involuntarily. I had placed my trust in that curse, relying on it to enforce his obedience, to ensure that he followed my every command. But now, faced with his defiance, I couldn't help but question its power. My eyes widened, searching his face for answers. "I... I've relied on the curse to keep you in line," I stammered, my voice filled with uncertainty and a hint of desperation. "To ensure that you obey my commands. But if you've defied me, if you've gone against my wishes... then why hasn't the curse activated?" Doubt consume

“Your Majesty, as per the recent blood test I am agonized to tell that the condition of Prince is far worse than thought.” His mouth twitched hearing those words and he clenched his fist on the armrest. “Straight to the point, Len.” Alexander spoke not wanting to ponder more on the upsetting news. “It looks like the rumors of his curse aren’t rumors. I examined a sample of his semen from last few weeks and unfortunately it is too powerful to even adapt the surrogacy method.” Len’s words broke Sebastian’s heart.

Cold wind whistled, and freezing snow fell. Andrius walked for an unknown amount of time before finally arriving at his destination. What surprised him slightly was that within this deep mountain, a palace stood amidst the steep peaks. The plaque bore one word—Immemoria. Immemoria Palace! It towered majestically, full of vigor. It was red and white, adorned with vermilion lacquer and white jade pillars. Mythical beasts guarded the entrance on both sides, vividly carved with different expressions and postures. It was truly remarkable.