Ginger And The Cursed Prince Novels & Stories

CLANG! Zedekiel cursed under his breath and rushed forward. He couldn’t let this continue. As much as Hugh deserved it, Prince Ron was already pushing himself too far. He swiftly caught Prince Ron’s wrist just as he was about to bring the frying pan down again. "Enough, love," he murmured, taking the frying pan. Prince Ron struggled, his emotions still running wild. He still felt all the beating wasn’t enough. "No! Just one more! Just one—!"

Water surged, knocking men from their feet. When the light faded, she was gone. The prince stood unmoving, soaked from the waist down, red eyes glowing in the mist. Slowly, he looked at the rippling water where she’d vanished. A faint smile curved his mouth—not anger, but curiosity. “Run while you can, little moon,” he said softly. “The curse always finds its own.” --- Far downstream, Elara dragged herself from the current, coughing up river water and shaking. Her palms still burned from the spell. She pressed them to the mud, trembling.

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

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.

Not just him; in fact, all the sons of the Royal have been placed under a curse. The Royal family has been cursed by a powerful witch to die at the age of 30 without finding their true mate during the war between witches and werewolves; it is a curse that has existed in the Royal family for generations now. There is no way to break the curse as the witch who made the curse died in battle and the history about the curse or a way to break it has been wiped off. It has existed up to our 8th generation.

Sweat rolled down his body as he blazed in heat; his skin was bright red and veins popped on his hands, neck, forehead and back. 'At least he is wearing pants,' the youngest recruit mused. "Tell the Majesty about it and let him know I am not doing it again!" He groaned and the guard bowed at his back. "Yes, His Royal Highness." The guard blurted and left the prince to sort himself out. He was afraid. When he was here for the recruitment he along with few, were personally gathered by Her Majesty, the Queen. Since he was the Prince's personal bodyguard, still under seniority though, he was informed about the Prince's Curse. He wasn't letting them know that he heard about it before but had thou

“There, no one would ever guess you were a prince.” Her words are meant to soothe, but they sting. Because it’s true—I’m not a prince anymore, not for now. I am merely a cursed child hiding behind another name. I glance at the mirror next to the bed and barely recognize the boy staring back at me. The red is gone, replaced by a deep black that makes my pale skin seem ghostly. My cursed mark, the twisted scar beneath my left eye, looks even darker now. I touch it carefully, wincing. “We’ll need to hide this too.”

Suddenly, Ginger reaches for her glass, but her elbow knocks against the edge of her plate, sending a splash of sauce onto Caspian’s crisp white shirt. “Oh, my God!” she gasps, grabbing a napkin. “I’m so sorry.” She panics as she dabs at his shirt. “I wasn’t looking. I—” Caspian catches her wrist, stopping her frantic movements. “Ginger,” he says smoothly, turning her hand over. Then, to my utter disgust, he presses a kiss to her palm, smiling at her. “It’s nothing.” My inside tightens, burning like a slow, insidious fire. I grip the edge of the table, forcing myself to stay seated when all I want to do is throw my plate across the room.

“But now… it looks like it was about you.” “And Haunter,” Candy added gravely. “That crown—it wasn’t yours. It was his.” I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. The same mate who’d rejected me… the one who still haunted my every breath… was now in a vision of the end. Wearing a cursed crown and standing over my dead body? “I need answers,” I said suddenly, standing up. Jimmy gave me a worried look. “And where do you plan on getting those? The pack library’s not exactly loaded with ‘How Not To Die From Your Frozen Goddess Curse’ manuals.”

She tried to lock the servant girl’s body even tighter in a protective embrace as Lord Fincher continued to speak. “That little servant girl, she is a cursed one! I saw her trying to make the pots levitate!” At the mere mention of the word ‘cursed one,’ the people around them began to whisper and ramble about. Finally, the prince himself shouted. “Liar!” “No, sire, I am not lying! I swear by the graves of my father and mother! I am telling you the truth! She is cursed! We have to kill her instantly and report this to the Capitol!”