His Cursed Queen Novels & Stories

She was his mate. ~✿~ Amairah Garcia, the queen of the Fated Kingdom, was caged in her own castle. No one had ever seen her as they were scared of the curse she was born with. There were many rumours about her but none of them came out as a truth when the time passed and the mystery unfolded itself. —

He finishes with a smirk and there comes that feeling again that makes tears burn in my eyes and cause terror in my heart. “You're lying; Vance promises he won't hurt me.” My lips quiver as I say those words loudly, and I don't even even believe them. He sneers. “Think about it, princess; your fate is to one day kill him. Now, Vance has tasted immortality and wealth, he has tasted power and authority; do you think he's going to let some girl get in the way of that? Trust me, Vance can get any girl that he wants.” He sighs and turns his back to me. “During the first century of being cursed, we weren't sure who was going to become our doom, so Damien and I got rid of our mates; however, Vance

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

"But there's a sweeter part you should know. The symptoms will manifest even before her heat cycle begins. Neither she nor you will anticipate it. She'll be overwhelmed by anxiety and the anticipation of what's to come. And sadly, she won't hesitate to choose any man over you to satisfy her cravings. The mate bond won't stand a chance against the strength of a witch's curse." "Is there any way to break it?" Ryle interjected, genuine concern for Chelsea evident in his question. Julia laughed, a cruel edge to the sound, and slowly moved closer to me. She sat on my lap, her arms wrapping around my neck as if she were marking her territory. "No, darling," she purred, her voice dripping with mali

“It wasn’t her. It was someone else. Someone much older, and more powerful, had cursed our bloodline when Atwood was born. Cursed my son with a life of loneliness.” “What does that mean?” I ask, standing so suddenly from my chair that I knock into the table, sending tea sloshing out of our cups. The Queen reaches out to me and takes my hand in hers. Her hand is cold and dry. “I’m afraid that the same fate will befall you if you mark my son.”

She could manipulate five elements, but destructive. The book told the story of Aria, who achieved an exceptional level of divination, attracting the attention of the moon goddess. This led to jealousy from Elara, who ultimately succumbed to a destructive rage when Aria became the queen witch. In a twist of fate, the moon goddess paired Aria with the most powerful creature, a Lycan named Lysander. As Aria and Lysander tied the knot, they began working together to spread harmony and peace throughout the world.

As I flew, I put all my rage, all my curse-powered strength into my claws. The Queen's eyes widened in shock as I slashed through her shadow shield. At the same moment, Caius threw his silver blade with perfect aim. It pierced the Queen's chest just as my claws tore across her neck. Light burst outward—black from the Queen, purple from my curse. We crashed to the ground in a mess of limbs and magic. Pain ripped through me as the Queen's evil tried to infect my body. "Your curse cannot save you," she hissed, her hand squeezing my throat. "It was born from my magic. I can take it back!"

I squirmed, trying to break free, but she held me with terrifying ease. “I was supposed to be queen,” she said, her voice distorting. “But they ruined everything. He ruined everything.” I thought of the Queen Dowager. Caleb. The secrets they whispered. The drawing. The curse. The look in Sebastian’s eyes. “Who ruined it?” I rasped. She paused. Her eyes flickered—rage, sorrow, madness all fighting for dominance. “He did,” she whispered. “They all did. And now, I’ll make them pay.”

Queen: (turning sharply) “You don’t control what you don’t understand. Aldren’s gift was no honor. It was a curse dressed in silk. That hound answers to bloodlines lost for a reason.” Ceres: “Are you suggesting I’m... touched by Umbra?” Queen: (avoiding her gaze) “I’m suggesting Aldren thinks you are. And that’s enough to make enemies dance.” Ceres: “Then let them dance. I’m not afraid.” Queen: (gently, a tremor in her voice) “You should be. There’s one more thing... the mirror in your guest chambers.” Ceres: “What of it?” Queen: (stepping closer, grasping her wrist) “Do not look into it past midnight. Not if you value your soul.”

she muttered to herself, but the realization struck that she had already wandered too deep into the maze, her steps guided by nothing more than instinct. Desperation clawed at her as she tried to retrace her steps—left, then right, another right, followed by a left — each turn only leading her deeper into the labyrinth. The fireflies that had once illuminated her path were now gone, dispersed into the maze, leaving her alone in the growing darkness as the clouds began to cover the moon. Panic welled up inside her chest as distant howls echoed through the air, unmistakably from the Alpha werewolves who had attended the royal ball. It was the signal that the event would soon come to an end, an