Fandeltales The Cursed Prince Novels & Stories

Finally, at the end of the hall, upon a squared, padded, high-backed throne, robes glistening, rings glittering, crown gleaming, there sat Prince Magnus. "I must go find Harper now. Just go up to him and follow the plan to the cue. Don't let your guards down." Alfonso warned as he disappeared down a different pathway. Zander stepped from behind the pillar and the throne room fell silent, all eyes on the werewolf. The sounds of swords being unsheathed echoed throughout the throne room, but those who drew their weapons did not step forth, rather, they used the shadows of the columns as their armour and protection. The prince himself did not move. He remained on the throne, gripping tightly on

It looked like throne of kingdom Ostoban was cursed, soon even royal warlock confirmed that it was ‘Tarbone curse’ which spell casted by some powerful witch on throne of Ostoban and entire Zanis family. 5 pure blood prince of Zanis family lost their lives under this curse and now only one younger prince named prince ‘Edmund Zanis’ was left to official crowned as prince, but he cannot take responsibility of throne unless and until it is still curses, seeing this royal family asked their royal warlock, priest and Taoist to help them and break this spell but they all surrender saying that it was curse by some strong witch with great power, they even said only she can break this curse.

It still burns faintly—not like pain this time, but like a promise. This curse started with death, but it will end with life. And when it does, the world will remember the prince who refused to die.

"Few know of the blood curse that has plagued the princes for nearly twenty years." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Dante shot me a panicked look. "A curse that would have claimed their immortal lives," she said, voice breaking with theatrical emotion. "If not for a miracle. If not for the return of the lost prince." The room erupted in confused whispers. I scanned the crowd for Raven, needing to see her reaction, but couldn't spot her crimson dress among the sea of faces.

They spoke of his strength, how he cut through a pack of rogues single-handedly, how even death seemed to follow wherever he went. Elysia listened but said nothing. She didn’t know what he looked like. Only the name. Alaric Varyn. The cursed Alpha. The man whose soldiers had burned her home to ash. The man whose family’s war had ended hers. They said he was cursed, that his touch brought death. That no woman lived to tell of him. But Elysia didn’t care about curses. Curses were her mother’s craft, not hers. What she cared about was vengeance.

Unlike the other portraits, where the figures had softer, friendlier features, this man exuded an aura of danger. “He is handsome, isn’t he?” Sandy came to her side, looking up at the portrait as well. “Yes, but… he looks cold, stern… dangerous.” Katherine listed, and she muttered to herself, “and his eyes are dead, empty, void of any emotion, nothing of joy.” “He is ruthless. A devil like everyone deemed. The most ruthless of the royal generation. He is the Alpha King, Luther Reeds.” Sandy said and gestured Katherine to look at his name below the portrait and there, engraved on the golden frame of the portrait was his name.

“She’s ascended. She’s somewhere far now. Somewhere, where I cannot reach her. Where I can no longer find her,” said Crown Prince, with stiffness in his throat. “Crown Prince…” “Bella went and left me. She left me. She is gone. Leaving me behind,” cried Crown Prince. “Report!” shouted a soldier. “What is it?” asked Crown Prince as he sat at his low table reading his report. “Princess Kay’s father, the Emperor, have forged an alliance with the demons.”

He dumped the book the bench and Zebulun stood there surprised and dumbfounded. Had he just spoken to him like that? His jaws clenched at the disrespect. Then he picked his book and wrote, “Did you realize that you just spoke rudely to your Alpha Prince?” Sir Morris hissed out and closed the proximity between them. He leaned closer. “To me, you are my student and as a student, you either choose to be obedient and good or defiant and bad. I tell you, I have dealt with all kinds and you won’t be different. Here, you are Zebulun, The Mute and Blind, two titles I think you should train to get rid of. Do you know that once you become indomitable, this titles won’t mean anything to people?. You mi

There were two enough in there so I just split up and stood next to him, while we were in front of his house. "Do you want to hear a story, Elona?" I secretly looked at him and I could clearly see in his eyes the pain he was hiding. I stopped asking questions and just turned my attention back to the front. "What's that?" my simple answer. "Once upon a time, there was a cursed Prince that every 12 midnight in the evening he will be an animal that everyone will be scared of. He's hiding his self to his own benefits. He already has the luxury and all--but, he's still not yet happy. " I just listened to what he was saying.

"I am Danial. The first prince, Danial Vermillion." The maid behind the princess coughed once she heard Danial's sentence. She, from the beginning to end, had stared at Danial with fervent gazes. As if being enthralled by his appearance, she couldn't close her mouth. The lady's pupils quivered. Her flabbergast looks diminished. Then it was replaced by an expression full of wariness. "You are actually the first prince? But how?" "Ah, this?" Danial gestured his finger around his face. "My curse got broken. You could say that I'm healed and returned to normal."