Cursed Princess Novels & Stories

I scanned through them until I reached one dated November 22, 1998. "The witch has told me that there may be a way to lift the curse. She spoke of a princess from the neighboring pack, one with pure blood, descended from the Moon Goddess herself. If I wed her and sacrificed her under a full moon, I could be free. But I must bide my time and gain her trust." My heart skipped a beat. A princess of pure blood… Who was that princess?

"The curse is real." "No," I said desperately. "What do you mean, this isn't me!" "Four hours," Dante whispered, looking directly at me. "You've been here four hours and I'm already dying." "What do you mean by that? and if you think so, is this how curses work?" "Isn't it?" Soren asked coldly. "Your first mate died in a hunting accident. Random attack. Your second mate got killed by rogues. Random attack. The third mate just dropped dead. Random death."

“Not me. The second-born. Her shadow.” Her voice darkened, like smoke curling around old wounds. “And then she died. And I had him. Finally. And even then, it wasn’t enough. Because every time he looked at you, John, he saw her. Not me. Never me.” She stepped back from the bars, eyes gleaming with a twisted kind of pride. “You were protected from the knowledge of what you truly were. Yet you were the very thing I could never compete with.” “You are cursed, John. Cursed.”

Even though they were victims, it did not change the fact that they had allowed themselves to be deceived. “But with the help of the Goddess, the old lady’s rare bloodline, and the fact that she bore the mark of the one who cursed the princes, we were able to break the curse. Now, the princes possess incredible strength, their wolves are strong and powerful, and they will no longer face an unnatural death when they clock thirty.” The people said nothing. They simply buried their heads in shame. “The princes and the old lady are the chosen rulers for this pack, or else… more catastrophes will befall this pack,” Scarlett added, her voice carrying a chilling finality.

As she drew her final breath, a tiny spark of her soul, a pale pink color, broke free and vanished into the spirit realm, searching for the thing to which it was bound. Siron was slammed back into reality. She was gasping for air. The roots were still coiled around her, but now she understood. That small shadow figure with red eyes wasn't Alaric. It was the emotional residue of the curse, hatred, pain, and also… distorted love? Could it be? "The Princess…" Siron murmured unconsciously. Morat, who had been trying to tear the roots away with shadow claws, suddenly froze. "What?" "She… the princess. She made a promise. With her blood. She promised she would find you again." The words tumbled ou

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

Even if it was cursed it was their love in the end. Their Cursed Love. ____________________________________ THE END Hope you guys loved the story. Thanks for all the support and love. Don't forget to follow me on I* guys it's mirah_selim for my upcoming stories information. Till the next story adios

"I was the most beautiful woman there, but you never noticed me. I tried to get your attention, sneaked into your room, and got thrown out of the palace. I remained devoted to you, saving my virginty for you. I lost my life because of overheat. It was because of you." Her voice held a note of regret, and I found myself studying her more closely, searching for any hints of recognition. "Julia," I mouthed, testing the name on my tongue. Her face seemed to grow more familiar with each passing moment. Her gaze turned sharp, her bitterness transforming into something more sinister. "I was retrieved as a witch. But then, you get yourself a mate," she spat, her words laden with resentment. "She was

But in her mind, only a very beautiful princess would suit their handsome emperor. Aren't you also a princess? said a small voice inside her mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that little voice. Yes, she was a princess but that was before. And another thing, her face is not pleasant in the eyes of other people. The emperor might frightened when he saw her ugly appearance.

I groaned in annoyance. "You are definitely wrong, Hendrick. The kingdom of Euratus has two princesses and was cursed to unlock the cursed princes of the north." She murmured. "How… How did you know about that? Princesses of the north, which means Rafaella? She had a sibling?" My mouth gaped in shock at her revelation. I never heard such things that we could be free from the curse. How could it be possible?