Novel & Cerita Cursed Princess

“To the reason of the curse. Only women had carried such unfortunate disaster. Their bodies would half, limbs will remain attached to the ground while the upper half would grow wings and hover off the air. Unmanageable thirst for flesh and blood is what it drives us insane caught up during the cursed night that we no longer recognize whose body we are feeding to death.” “The princess Deianira had mentioned that this curse dominated Daghum for a decade. Does this mean there is something that caused it?” a question that slipped out of my tongue. My gaze then shifted to the emperor Ackmen chortling out with his tied black hair and darted me a baseless stare with his emerald green eyes similar t

" He ordered Venilla clenched her fist and grinned. With her head lowered, she apologized to Queen Elizabeth. "Apologies your highness," she said through gritted teeth. Lucas cleared his throat and looked behind Queen Elizabeth, where Cara stood. He stared suspiciously at Cara. He wondered why Maria sent her daughter to the royal castle when she knew about the curse. He cleared his throat again and looked into the eyes of his mother. "The girl shall stay and become Percy's bride." "Exactly what I expected!" Venilla laughed and turned to leave. "Let's see how long she lasts here," she fanned herself as she walked out of the throneroom.

she demanded at once. “I am cursed…or I was cursed.” I said and Kylo squished my hand. “My Luna and my pack went through a big tragedy, Alpha Zenith. A half-witch cursed her to be the misery of my pack, and after our coronation, the curse started to happen. And the only way to cut the curse was her death, we asked the Hybrid Reaper’s help but he created a bond with her. I hope you can help us cut it.” She looked at me, and pity lingered in her eyes.

I would help my husband overcome whatever battles awaited him, because all I wanted was a happy life. As I continued reading, a strange feeling crept over me. I felt watched. My name appeared boldly in the book: MIRA. And what followed stunned me. Could I be the one to break the curse? Or the one to end the prince’s life? According to the text, I was destined for greatness and power. Whichever path I chose—Luca or Derek—I would always lead as queen. But the difference mattered: one would treat me like a queen and cherish me, pet me like a beloved child; the other would crown me yet treat me as a slave.

This event took place many years before Anna's arrival at the mistere palace, before Erwin understood the true meaning of love. Princess Donatella was 12 years old when she married a 27-year-old lord named Deiter, but of course the lord had to wait until the princess was 18 to make love to her. And like the rest of the Harlow family, the 12-year-old princess was also cursed. Her curse was similar to Erwin's: an overwhelming desire to kill and an obsession with blood. Her lord husband even fears her obsession with murder and torture, fearing that she will kill him too.

Born of royal wolf and royal lycan blood, her existence bore the weight of an ancient curse—an ethereal shadow that clung to her soul, intertwining her destiny with the mysteries of the night. This unnamed princess, shrouded in the moon's radiant light, navigated the intricacies of her dual heritage. The curse, a spectral presence within her, cast a shadow upon her lineage, marking her as an anomaly in the tapestry of royal bloodlines. Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence.

She smiled so mischievously when she gradually accepted the price for helping this tribe princess on calling off the dead into life again. The curse princess knew too well the price she must pay for defying fate once again. Instead of her life, this witch took away the age she has for years, power she possessed and the charisma that all men desired. Now the fate hast its part to play its hands on the destiny.

"Have you ever asked yourself why?" "I figured they were ashamed of me." "They were relieved," she said, and my heart dropped. I stared at her. "There is a prophecy, Riley. It's older than your bloodline, older than the current council. It's called the Curse of the Broken Princess, and it describes you specifically." She folded her hands in her lap. "It calls you a she-wolf of extraordinary power, capable of greatness this nation hasn't seen in centuries. But it doesn't celebrate that. It warns against it. It says your power, without the right anchor, can destroy everything around you. It says you break your fated mate. That you break the world with him."

she muttered to herself, but the realization struck that she had already wandered too deep into the maze, her steps guided by nothing more than instinct. Desperation clawed at her as she tried to retrace her steps—left, then right, another right, followed by a left — each turn only leading her deeper into the labyrinth. The fireflies that had once illuminated her path were now gone, dispersed into the maze, leaving her alone in the growing darkness as the clouds began to cover the moon. Panic welled up inside her chest as distant howls echoed through the air, unmistakably from the Alpha werewolves who had attended the royal ball. It was the signal that the event would soon come to an end, an

I'm at the supermarket when an old woman I don't know suddenly grips my hand tightly. I instinctively shield my baby bump, but she says, "Someone has placed a swap spell on you. The dead baby is about to be transferred to your body soon." I think she's a liar, but she says, "Hurry up and try to make yourself vomit. You should try to throw up as much of that fish you just ate as you can."