His Cursed Queen Novels & Stories

Alaric confirmed her signature and smiled at her. "I don't care about you but close your eyes for a moment" "Why should I do that?" The woman asked alarmed, "You'll Know when you close them" "Look I've done all you asked for, just let me go" "Well you see , I can't do that. You've seen so many and besides you might blackmail me later on and I have the strong mind you will so let's finish this here okay?"Alaric said and looked at the woman. The woman immediately stood up and started running but she hadn't gotten far when Alaric caught her and drained her blood. He left the building and used his powers to set the building on fire.

noises. Curtis’s frowned as the woman looked familiar. The woman’s eyes flickered over to Curtis. She was looking at Curtis while her mouth is working the king’s darkened hold. Curtis cocked his head as he knows the woman. The woman was a dancer he rescued from prostitution a few days ago. He chuckled at his stupidity. This woman used him. Used him to get inside the palace. Once their foot is inside, they will work their way to the king’s bed. He sighs as he was hoping this woman was going to be different than the others. But it seems that she was like every other woman out there. Doing everything they can to win the king’s affection and to become queen. And she did good. She played him well

She wonders how she knew she seeks for something. "Your fate is cursed and it is not your fault but let it define you is your doing. Get ready for the pain your fate brings for it will sting and last for a lifetime. You will be the best Queen that lives but it all comes with it reward and it's punishment", the lady's smile drops. "He loves you and lives for you so please don't remember for it will change the cause of things and who you trust", Sasha looks at both our hand and I know there are a lot of questions replaying in her head.

The pull. The mirror has awakened. “So,” he rasps, voice like silk fraying on steel, “the little Queen has found her toy.” The curse—his masterpiece—still coils around the kingdom. A serpent of shadow slithering through bloodlines, dreams, and destinies. And now, after all these years, the final threads begin to tighten. Just as he designed. “My daughter served well.” He turns, fingers brushing the chipped edge of an obsidian altar. Her name is carved there in a dead language —one the land itself has forgotten. “They called her mad. Cursed. Unworthy of their precious prince.”

“So be it. The curse is now bound to your soul. Use it wisely, for the darkness is eternal.” A shockwave of energy exploded from the fissure, sending a cascade of crimson light spiraling around Selene. The air vibrated with power as she felt the curse infuse her very being, igniting her magic to unprecedented levels. Her eyes blazed, and her voice, when she spoke, was like the tolling of a great bell. “I am no longer the Luna Queen you once knew... I am the Dark Queen. And I will forge a new destiny in the fires of my wrath!”

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.

“But if the next cursed creature tries to eat me, you’re buying me dinner first.” Barbie cackled. “Oh, I like her.” We pressed on, deeper into the pass. The fog thickened, and faint whispers slithered through it—voices that weren’t quite real. “Betrayers… sinners… killers of blood…” I clenched my fists. My ears rang. The Queen’s curse—alive, crawling into my mind like a parasite. For a second, I saw flashes—dead forests, burning cities, the Queen’s pale face smiling through blood.

“You’re trying to show me he was happy once. That he actually can care about someone. Ten out of ten, message received. Do we maybe skip the part where I feel like an accidental rebound?” No response. The vision shifted. The queen again—but not laughing this time. She stood in the same courtyard, but her hands trembled. Her eyes were wide. Lines of golden light crawled up her neck like cracks. Lucien was in front of her, shouting, reaching for her. I couldn’t hear the words, but I knew the tone. Desperation. Terror. She collapsed in his arms. My throat tightened. “Brenda…” I whispered. “That’s the curse, isn’t it?”

“I will give it all back. But first—we burn the false queen.” A scream tore from the pack. A dozen howls rose at once—then hundreds. A cacophony of rage and ruin. Lana stepped beside me, grinning like a devil crowned in ash. And Windsor, ancient and damned, howled with us. Because the broken do not bow. We rise. And we take. And soon— Kyla will learn what it means to steal from the cursed.

a deep voice said behind me. I startled, half-choked on my drink, and spun around—only to find a tall, broad-shouldered stranger leaning against a nearby tree. He wore black from head to toe, his mask carved with faint silver edges. His voice? Pure sin. Low, smooth, like something meant to be whispered in dark corners. “Oh great,” I muttered. “A woodland stalker. I knew this dress was cursed.” He chuckled, stepping forward slowly. “Didn’t mean to scare you, princess.”