Ginger And The Cursed Prince Novels & Stories

"Come on, feel free to talk to me. Ask me any questions I'll be willing to answer them." "Can you tell me about the prince!" I demanded swiftly and her eyes widened. Swiftly, she glanced over her shoulders to the door before her gaze flicked to my side. "The prince is cursed. He's a cursed beast!" Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. "Cursed?" I drawled as I rolled my eyes at her. And she nodded. "Care to tell me about the curse?" I bet she would answer me with that smug look that had now sat pretty on her round face.

Two soldiers shoved me into a carriage and delivered me to Prince Alaric's castle. But there was no wedding waiting for me. No bells. No celebration. Just an old steward who led me into the great hall. The fire crackled in the hearth. In the corner, a high-backed chair held a man whose face was so pale it was almost translucent. That was Alaric. Once upon a time, he'd been the dream of every maiden in the kingdom. But three years ago, a witch had laid the most brutal curse upon him.

She was going to make use of everything she has learned her entire life. Lycan King has been so blinded by his previous victory that he believes only he is powerful and that no one can defeat or harm him. The witch wished to shatter his ego. She cursed Lycan King as she opened her blood-red eyes. "I, Glinda Hart, curse you, Lycan King Angus Lincoln, that you will never find your mate, and if you do" she paused to make her words clear in his mind "she will die" As she cursed him, the clouds thundered.

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.

Robyn asked. My heart thundered. "I don’t know…" "That’s what we need to find out first. Why is he called the royal prince?" She said, tapping the book with her long nails. "Giveth the gift… So there’s something that’s been given in some form to break this curse…" "Interesting, how do we find more answers?" I asked feeling so dumb right now. She seemed to understand it a lot better… "Let’s see, this book must have something... When the light gives birth to a… It’s a three-letter word… son maybe?" She squinted, holding the book up to the light.

She was shocked by what she saw in her vision. “It's Selena's curse. He is a special child. I don't know what's wrong with him, but someone who has become his partner is also fainting. Because of that, he too fainted.” “What? Selena's curse? Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry for this poor kid. What can we do if there is no way to cure it? Just wait until he wakes up?” “Wait a minute, there is a way to cure it. You know honey from Yarrow flowers, right? Honey from these flowers can cure any curse; even I heard that Prince Axton's personal physician always give Yarrow's honey to the prince so that his body was well preserved.”

“Well then, let us dive deeper into the tale of the gods that ruled over this valley. One was the Flugor, the other one was the Vespera, and the third one...the god of mischief was Malum…!” The mere name invoked unnerving anxiety and fear. Some of the people got up, praying to Fulgor for deliverance while heading back to the huts. Blanchett couldn’t help but feel Glinda’s stare connecting with her every few seconds later. She was adamant that this old woman was scanning her from head to toe.

“Death. Blood. War. This darkness is doomed to consume her and everything else that lies in the path of their cursed love. The damned prince and his cursed princess, a story that must never be told. Do you understand this, Boris?” By then, little Venus was crying, the sight of the growing fire was terrifying. She hid behind her father. And Boris, stunned to silence by what he’d just seen, dropped to his knees, his heart constricting in pain. “My daughter is not a curse! Venus is not destined to be a problem. She’s an angel!” “For now. Wait till she’s of age. Wait till she meets him. Wait till the curse consumes her.” The Diviner threw a single stone into the fire and it dissipated instantly,

He was worried that this fact would make William change his mind. "But she is beautiful. In fact, the director chose her because he thinks that this girl is very suitable to figure Jasmine," Ethan added quickly, before William changed his mind. William got up from his seat, "I have to go now," he said goodbye. Ethan stood up as well and kept pace with William. "But this is the fix you took, right? I have to contact the company as soon as possible," Ethan asked confirmed. "Hmm. You take care of it yourself! I'll take it clean," William replied, which made Ethan cheer with joy.

Just Darius. “You think I care what you call it?” he whispered, breath against my ear, cold as death. “Call it rape. Call it whatever you want. You belong to me, thief.” He pulled out, and I gasped—more from the burn than the release. I felt it against my thighs—hot, wet, sickening. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Not until he laughed. “Well, it works,” he said, amused, like he’d just confirmed a theory. “Me inside you. It keeps the curse at bay.”