King Of Curses In Jjk Novels & Stories

My anger piqued but I didn't turn back to reply her, I just walked away, throwing her question and choice of words to the wind. As the leader of the Shadow pack and reigning Lord of Luparia, I have been subjected to humiliations by people that I'd die for, doubting my competence in leading the pack and kingdom at large due to my curse. Actually, two curses. I had acquired the curses through my father many years ago by a witch after he killed her only son. She had cursed his killer to never bear an heir and even if he already did , the child will never exceed the age of twenty five— the same age her child had died— nor have an heir.

It made the mark on my neck throb in a way that had nothing to do with Dante. I didn't know this man. I had heard of him like every wolf in every pack has heard of him. He's the Alpha King, ruthless. His own wolf is said to be cursed. "Why?" The word came out before I could stop it. Marshall’s eyebrow went up. "Why what, Luna Alba?" "Don't call me that. I'm no one’s Luna anymore." I straightened my spine, trying not to let my voice shake. "Why would the Alpha King care about an omega he’s never met before tonight?"

They tried all they could to stop the curse but it was all futile. When the royal family found out that they couldn't stop the curse, they made the first bride a sacrificial price to appease Qetiyah but that wasn't all. The royal family harbors a great secret that's could cause changes to the kingdom of Katula. The royal family was more than what the pack members thought about them. They were cruel, powerful, and full of authority. A thousand years passed and the curse continued with no way to stop it but fate had a lot for the new generation of the Anderson royal family

She folded her hands slowly in her lap, her long white hair catching faint shafts of afternoon light. “That is all the spirits have shown me from the past,” she replied gently but firmly. “The debt is deep, and justice demands payment. However… the path can still change. If one among you willingly offers their own life in exchange, the curse may lift without claiming another. Sacrifice has power. But it must be given freely.”

Jealousy reared its ugly head and I forced the feeling back. “The young ones don't know. I took a human companion every few decades, and Keren's mother is one of them.” Gently, he untangled me from him and put enough space between us. “There's more, Vi.” He said at my confused look. “There’s a curse. I have had fourteen mates and I have killed every one of them.”

A shudder rolled through his massive shoulders. “I don’t care what this curse is,” I said, stepping closer, so close now that I could feel the humid heat rolling off his body, sticky with sweat, blood, and ancient, malevolent magic. “You are mine, Kaiden Valen, Alpha King of Aethoria, you belong to me.” Another flash of emerald, this one stronger, brighter. His massive chest heaved. “Come back to me,” I whispered, desperate, raw. “Please.” The creature’s lips trembled, twisted between a snarl and something like pain.

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

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.

Even the faint hope of my father’s protection. And yet… beneath the despair, the sparks still burned. The pull I couldn’t deny. The terrifying truth that bound me to the man who had just claimed me like a possession. The Alpha King. Killian. Mine. Or maybe—I was his.

Warlord Karn’s voice thundered down the hallway, all grime and betrayal, right as the doors got smashed open from a kick that sounded way too heavy. Karn stood there, framed by twenty of the deadliest, most armored Lycan assassins the badlands could ever brag about. "The King is dead!" Karn roared, his one green eye burning with treason. "The curse is awake! If she tries to leave this tower, we all fry! Wipe out the Obsidian filth, and toss the girl into the volcanic vents. Her blood will cement the city!" The tower shook again, violently, and a massive burst of toxic green steam tore through the floorboards between us and the door, blasting our way with a choking roar.