Fate The Cursed King Wiki Novels & Stories

Everyone in Kingdom were distress with sudden passing of their King, however royal’s hid the real reason of death of their King from villager just to maintain peace and harmony in town… after passing of King Carlos thrown of Kingdom Ostoban was passed on to elder prince ‘Marol’. King Marol was a humble royal however unexpectedly even he face the same fate as king Carlos, even he started growing younger with every passing day and ultimately died after turning into fetus, every scholar in castle were disturbed with this thing but soon another prince took the crown but yet again passed away in such a dramatic death. It looked like throne of kingdom Ostoban was cursed, soon even royal warlock co

When he came to his senses, he lay by the body of the Queen and cried for three days and nights before dying of exhaustion. From then on, every king and his heir would bear the curse. They will remain strong and lonely until they are consumed by rage. Even if they find their mate, they will still be alone. That is their fate. So the royal family has a secret tradition. When the king's curse strikes, he will go into the primordial forest and die alone, leaving the Queen and Prince to pass on the crown.

The air tensed when Christopher didn't immediately give a response. "Christopher" King Leonidas growled and he sighed. "There is something you don't know about your curse" King Leonidas straightened as we both listened with rapt attention. "Tell me" he growled. "You are never going to be free from the curse" "The letter of prophecy……" "Gave you something to focus your attention on. The witch that cursed you was killed and so was every chance to get rid of your curse. Once you find your mate and mark her, you're inclined to murder her and once that happens, another mate comes along" I frowned.

Toward the bond that feels thin, trembling, but still alive. “Hold on,” I whisper to him, tears streaming down my face. “Please hold on.” Because now I know the truth. The curse wasn’t fate. It was revenge. And somewhere out there, a witch is waiting for me.

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.

The King clearly pointed out all perverted men and the Duke felt his heart clench. He knew he stood nowhere in the bargaining. The King made sense. “You will be allowed to pay a visit now and then. Plus, if she miraculously makes it past the curse then she would be the next queen. So choose wisely.” The King condescendingly walked to them and smirked seeing the duke giving it a thought. It was tough but it was for the best. He hates to know that his daughter is being used as bait against the Prince’s curse but it was better than not knowing how she was doing after his demise.

All his focus was placed on the stone, as the king stared at it like someone entranced. “No!!!” Damian shouted. “The royalty stone does not belong to you! I’ll never let you take it!” King Rakur turned to the young prince who’d grabbed his attention through his courageous words, and after sizing the height of Damian through wicked eyes, the king burst into uncontrollable laughter. “I’d like to see you try to stop me, you’re nothing but a filthy rat!! And I can just imagine how thrilling will it sound when alpha Cillian finds out that his own blood betrayed him.”

But, she immediately bowed and left. “It’s all so confusing.” I admitted. “And unbelievable. It makes no sense.” “I’m sure it doesn’t.” The Lycan King stretched to his full height, walking back to the table. I kept my eyes on him. I couldn't notice how effortlessly flawless he looked. “Why is there an old painting of me?” I asked, looking back at the desk where I had left the piece of paper. “Technically, that’s a painting of Queen Serene’s descendant, Lady Aurora.” the Lycan King replied.

Still, an unease lingered at the back of my mind, and I could feel myself getting restless. I had already visited all the larger packs, but had yet to find what I was looking for. My fated mate. Of course I kept that little part to myself, but I had been hunting for my fated mate for the last three years, ever since my father had suddenly and suspiciously passed away. The death of my father made me the Alpha King, being the eldest of three heirs, but true tradition dictated that if a younger heir was able to produce a continuation of the bloodline before the current heir then they could challenge for the throne and title. My brother Darius was trying to exercise such a clause as we spoke. I

With a big cheesy smile, Theo’s hands are up in surrender now. “Second in Command, Beta Theo, at your service.” Theo lowers his hands, offering one to Lorcan. My Fated accepts, making Theo flinch at his strength. “Thank you so much, sir. I just got out of summit escort duty. And welcome home, my King.” To our surprise, Theo abruptly turns around and proudly announces his King. “Warriors, our lovely Queen Kimarhi has found her fated! Welcome, Our King Lorcan home, and form up!” Theo whistles a tune, and all the warriors march forward.