King Of Curses Novels & Stories

The curse was tightening again , slow, invisible claws digging through blood and bone. The healers called it the Elder Rot, a sickness born of the first Lycan blood. They said it came to every king who ruled too long without balance, a reminder that even power must bow to nature. I ruled for twenty years. And now my body reminded me that I was only flesh pretending to be more. But I wasn’t ready to surrender , not to death, not to the council, not to the storm queen who had once been my wife. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Curse Within

But it was too late, I was still just a weak omega girl. And tomorrow, the Alpha King would die because I couldn't save him. Just like I couldn't save my baby, just like I couldn't save my marriage, just like I couldn't save myself. I was cursed to watch everyone around me get hurt while I stayed powerless to stop it. The marks pulsed harder. Something was trying to wake up inside me, but would it be in time to matter? Or would I lose someone else I... cared about? But maybe I didn't have to stay weak, just maybe I could do something about it. I made up my mind right there. Starting tonight, I will train, fight, learn to be strong with or without my wolf.

She was again tracing her fingers on the crown. His happiness didn't lasted for long. His mate got hurt again and this time it caused her blood. He watched as her blood slipped down from her fingers and fall into the crown. Her blood than fall straight and fell into the throne before it was met with the ground, just where he was deep buried inside. And his curse was broken. The King of monsters was awaken. The ground started shaking. The nature started to warn everyone, the animals started to run, the wind started to blow harshly as the King of Monsters was free from the curse.

Octavia murmured to herself but still loud enough for my ears. "What? What did you suspect?" I quickly demanded. I wanted to know what she was thinking. "Ordinary true-blood vampires are strong because they are born that way, but the royal ones are far beyond the estimated strength. Though, there are just a few of the royal families left in the ancient world. Their bloodlines are believed to be inherited from the original creator of the vampire race. That explains why you were awakened earlier, why you have characteristics of a real vampire even though you're just half-blood. Now everything falls into place."

“The Beast Lord will walk these lands again… Bringing darkness its way, from the south to the north, as death holds the moon child.” Trembling desperately, the Priestess continues to utter the soft words, “The hope is to not have been forgotten… by those who wet the seed with royal blood and take root strong as their ancient curse…” And in an abrupt impulse, with blood pouring from her eyes, nose, ears and mouth, the Priestess utters her last words: “True love will rise from the ashes again and endure until the end of times.”

God. "Hey! There's talk that we have a new King?" at the same time Lavisha and I immediately turned to our side. "Yes, that's true. Do you remember that the former King Gatlin allegedly had a Son? Then, our ancestors allegedly cursed his Son, because King Gatlin loved someone and he broke the law." the People had gathered and I could see the shock on their faces. "Then, they even say that the Cursed Son of the former King turns it into a wolf when it comes to twelve o'clock in the morning," I could no longer bear it.

“But the answers you seek are not the ones you need.” I narrowed my gaze. “Then tell me what I need to know.” She pulled up a crooked and strange smile. “You come with questions about a girl. But you should be more concerned about the fire chasing your bloodline.” I stared, unblinking. “The curse has returned,” she said. “Passed from the blood of your fathers to your crown. The price has come due. You will die soon… if you don't do the right thing.” “What right thing?” I asked, my voice low. “Speak plainly.”

A freak accident that left me completely alone in the world. But now, I couldn’t help but wonder. Were they werewolves too? Had they known this would happen to me? Alaric said the curse didn’t activate unless you killed someone. If they were werewolves, had they never triggered the curse? Or was it something else entirely? I glanced at the window, where the light of the setting sun was fading, giving way to the night. The full moon was coming. I could feel it—a strange hum at the back of my mind, growing stronger with each passing moment.

"Let me be clear, Violetta. You're nothing but my whore, for me to do as I deem fit with. If you truly wish to kill me, then I advise you get pregnant with my pulp, for that is the only way to break this curse, to ensure my death." "You have a lot to learn. I'm called the cursed king because I cannot die. I'm immortal, not unless I have an heir. I suggest you subject yourself to reading instead of making useless threats." "Have me. Don't have me. If you don't grow my seed in the next three full moons, I'll behead you myself and leave the birds to feed on you." Gohan's rough voice rumbled. "Do not think I will not. A warm hole for my cock will always be a warm hole. Your cunt isn't special."

Baron said, his hands caressing an orb on the hand rest of the chair he sat on. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Oswald raised a brow, realizing this might be as serious as Baron was portraying it to be. Baron sighed heavily, placing the orb in his hands and muttering a spell. The orb is encircled in emerald-colored mist, and an obscure figure appears within the orb. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, has it." Oswald stared back at the orb in horror, wondering what more Baron was going to tell him about the curse.