Fate The Cursed King Wiki Novels & Stories

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Desperate wailing. I didn't look back. Outside the dungeon, the midday sun was blinding. Alaric stood on the steps. Waiting. He opened his arms—and I fell into them. "It's over," he said. I buried my face in his chest and let the tears fall. The new king was crowned. Only one thing made the council's heads ache: The throne had no queen. Every noble house in the kingdom, hearing that Alaric's curse was broken, rushed to offer their daughters.

“We searched everywhere for you—we already thought something had happened to you, or that you’d disappeared.” “I’m fine,” I assure her, but she can’t be stopped—she’s bursting with impatience. “I can see that, but later—there’s huge news!” her eyes are wide as saucers, while Yafi stands there staring at me far too intently, deep in thought. “Can you imagine? Turns out our king was cursed! And today the curse vanished—and do you know who he turned out to be?!” Io squeals. "I think Iza knows exactly who the king turned out to be—and who he was from the very beginning—better than anyone else," Yafi finally speaks up. Io looks completely confused at first, then notices my smile and frowns, exami

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

"He's at a crucial time in his life right now, and I worried for him." "What would've happened if he hadn't found a Mate?" Lily asked her as she sipped the champagne, taken aback by its sharp taste. "Well," Penelope looked away uneasily, "He was supposed to find someone by the Winter Solstice, his thirtieth birthday. If he didn't, the royal council would intervene and cast him from his throne as the Werewolf King." Penelope told her. Lily frowned at her words. She watched Jayce from afar and up close. He was working so hard for his people. Wasn't that enough?

And I was a future king living on borrowed time. Since my first shift, a curse had taken root in my bones. My wolf—the core of what it meant to be Lycan—was a traitor, turning against me from within. The Royal Healers called it Spirit Fragmentation, a polished name for a slow death. They said the curse would hollow me out, consuming the wolf first, then my mind, and finally my body. My only hope, they claimed, was to find my fated mate. The one soul who could bind the fraying edges of my own.

She changed everything in the kingdom including my mom's simple recipe for the royal family. I knew the moment she stepped into the grand ballroom hall with her red bareback dress as my father took her hand for a dance on the night of his birthday, my life would change. It would gradually change. But I had no idea that change was dreadful for when I turned ten, I was banished when the high priest announced to everyone at dinner, "The Alpha King's heir curse is a threat to our pack. His cure can only be found in the human world!" At that time, my stepmother was already carrying his seed, the next in line to the throne.

She called out, holding her head high, ashamed of her son’s behaviour on a sacred full moon night. As a king, he should offer his prayers to the Moon goddess and beg her forgiveness for unleashing his wrath on innocent souls. Only then can he be free from the curse the goddess put on him and find the mate to continue the bloodline of Vane clan. If he goes astray, indulging himself in unnecessary pleasures, he will lose his kingdom and one day his life. Beatrice waited, hoping to hear a response from her son but the rattling of the door intensified as if to answer her.

And just as I was about to walk away, he spoke out. “Why the King was cursed, no one knows. The prophecy just came on the night of his birth and announced that he'd been cursed by the goddess. His parents were torn with the decision to keep him or kill him.” I whipped around so fast at that last line, I almost suffered whiplash. “Kill him? But he was just a child.” “See, the existence of the King is tied to the stability of our world. If he lived, many would die, the world would plunge into chaos, everything as we know it would be destroyed.” Beta Valios sat down on the edge of the chair and I did the same.

Then recruiting them, taking them with them, training them where they were cast into various realms, each of which they were induced by curses to kill anyone who had more magic than them, then continued on their murderous journeys. These orphans were children who never grew up who lived flying and jumping through dimensions to be collecting as many kills as possible, where they plucked out the eyes of those who had magic, then sent it to the cursed king. Amid a fight with another priestess, this king was cursed to sleep for eons, waking every thousand years, to spend a thousand days in search of eyes of magic, a legion of orphans persecuted, using them to kill those they love.