Fandeltales The Cursed Prince Novels & Stories

Dalia suggests. “His parents might not know the truth.” Jay looks at Dalia, relating himself to the situation. He was once called a monster. “Ehm…Why are we helping a cursed one? Shouldn't we report it to Alpha Lozark?” Prince slightly raises his hand. “He can't be in this group. Throw him away.” Dalia points a finger at him. “Shut up.” Prince glares at her. They're like a different version of Tom and Jerry, always arguing.

They flinched and raced to help quell the whining coming from far south of the room. I made way to the secluded room to bring in the raucous djinn that threatened to break free of its binding. It was still in its budding stages of becoming a full-fledged shapeshifter, so it’d be too early of a statement to tell what form it will take on when it's at its peak. “Prince!” Shareef ran towards me, eyes wide in disbelief. I ignored him and waved Khorasa and Faruq over. “Prince,” he said again, now out of breath.

Santos said over the music. **** **** The forest was so dark. Horses snorted, wheels cracked over roots, black-armored guards rode with banners snapping in the wind. To strangers, this was a scary parade. To the Furtville villagers, it was a life sentence for their hybrid princess. In the first carriage, the prince read a book worn out by centuries. His silver-red eyes flicked gently across the page while soldiers outside rode. His caged wolfhound barked once. The prince's lifted his eyes, then returned them to the book.

“But the answers you seek are not the ones you need.” I narrowed my gaze. “Then tell me what I need to know.” She pulled up a crooked and strange smile. “You come with questions about a girl. But you should be more concerned about the fire chasing your bloodline.” I stared, unblinking. “The curse has returned,” she said. “Passed from the blood of your fathers to your crown. The price has come due. You will die soon… if you don't do the right thing.” “What right thing?” I asked, my voice low. “Speak plainly.”

he said with gritted teeth. I withdrew my hand as I made my way to leave. As I was leaving, I felt myself being slightly pushed by someone, only to land on one of the nobles. I looked up to see who I might have landed on, and I was surprised when I saw the King of Auestra. I immediately stood up and said, "I am very sorry, my lord. I'm sorry." I was begging fervently because I knew what I just did might cause me great harm. "I am not accepting any apology; this is too grievous to forgive. Do you know how much this dress is worth?" He asked.

"My plan isn't to break his curse. My plan is to kill him." "And you need Freya's help for that?" I asked dubiously. "Breaking his curse will break his immortality. I need him as a mortal to kill him. Freya needs to decipher the puzzle, so that he can become mortal. I kill him and become king and everyone is happy." He explained it slowly like I was a child. "What does the puzzle say?" I flexed my hands to control my anger. "To see the sun, you must go under the water, and find blood."

He peek one more time to the entrance door and saw how they exit themselves. Frando quickly get out from his place and accidentally hit his head with a treasure chest that was display on the desk where he hide earlier. The chest was bit open and had a tie knot around it with a stapled letter written in italic font saying, “It contains the other fossils from Jessiza’s body. The ritual are finally over. Right after the dinner, don’t terrorize the Queen but drag Prince Louie and get him down dungeon to be executed.”

“I swear on my own head. I love Saïda.” Djafar stared at Asahd in the eyes. Goosebumps covered the man’s skin. He saw it Asahd’s eyes. He saw how serious Asahd was. He’d known Asahd all his life. He’d watched him grow into the young man he was. He recognised that serious and sincere look in Prince’s eyes and it shocked him. “You love Saïda?” Djafar couldn’t realise it. “To death,” Asahd muttered, still begging him. “Please, Djafar. Don’t take her away from me.”

Stefan bowed down his head before chanting a spell with the use of his wand. "Vengeful wand of sorrows, listen to my plea. Help us hide our identity. Viamoeste viosle!" he chanted. A dark smoke appeared and slowly it formed into papers containing their new identities. Prince Zion take over the identity of the prince of the fallen kingdom of Etheor, one of the four kingdoms in the mortal world.

She said with a malicious tone. “Then, Master, shall we just-” here he made a gesture of his finger moving against his throat. Kill! “No! Too risky. Especially now. The Crown Prince and the Second Prince have already returned to the capital. The Imperial Family is rounding up all their resources. The Imperial Family is strong, together or separate, they all have a deep understanding of one another. And they are all very capable.” she mused thoughtfully, taking another drag at her pipe, her manicured fingers tapping against the window sill.