King Of Curses Novels & Stories

coming out of The gap was lined up in military ranks, and at the end of those rows a person came forward to make it clear to them that he was their king to stand before the kings of other kingdoms and begin to introduce himself, I am the greatest king, Blasher, ruler of the kingdom of darkness, the hidden kingdom, or as you call it the cursed kingdom, to stun everyone, because that kingdom did not exist in the first place. But they didn't even think about itThey found these creatures attacking and killing them brutally and fiercely, and although the army of monsters were few, they killed them easily, to demand the kings to hold a truce and stop that grinding war, so King Blasher agreed, but

Over to the next image, "He successfully defeated them with the swipe of his sword and sent them back into the dark abyss where they belonged" "But it was too late, as they had already cursed him. A powerful spell they said, one born from their sacrifice, swept over the king and consumed him. The king was therefore cursed never to have a child and for His kingdom to come to ruins in a raging, consuming flame once his time was up." In the next image, "The King travelled far and wide in an attempt to break this curse, but no one could help him. He studied day and night, prayed and practiced all sort of sorcery, but nothing could help him".

“You’re still saying this? After everything?” “My King,” she pleaded, “you are taking too much risk. You must distance yourself from her before it’s too late—” “Enough!” I snapped, my voice echoing through the room. She flinched but didn’t move. “You told me,” I said, stepping forward, “that if I found my second chance mate, the curse would be broken.” Her lips parted, but I didn’t give her a chance to speak. “Well, I found her!” I shouted. “And what happened? Nothing! The curse is still here. I’m still fighting the same damn darkness every day, and you—you did nothing!”

The forest of the cursed held haunted creatures, from the myths of the Blood Moon Pack to the nine packs under the Alpha King's rule, but I was an exception of these unique, cursed creatures. At night, they—the acclaimed cursed ones—would lurk at the dangerous trees, whistling in the air for their mates and families alike to join them and feast on unsuspecting werewolves who drove there at night. The one that rules supreme is the cursed one of us all. We call him the Beast, but it's no secret that it is Ragal, the one and only Alpha King. I hated the fact that he was king both of the werewolves and the cursed kind. If word got out about the things he did there at night, heads will roll and t

Still, an unease lingered at the back of my mind, and I could feel myself getting restless. I had already visited all the larger packs, but had yet to find what I was looking for. My fated mate. Of course I kept that little part to myself, but I had been hunting for my fated mate for the last three years, ever since my father had suddenly and suspiciously passed away. The death of my father made me the Alpha King, being the eldest of three heirs, but true tradition dictated that if a younger heir was able to produce a continuation of the bloodline before the current heir then they could challenge for the throne and title. My brother Darius was trying to exercise such a clause as we spoke. I

What’s weird was that the queen was not showing any effect so far, thankfully but weird. And so, with the alchemy knowledge that I have, I tried to construct a cure with the help of a few other wizards and my wife as well. I might not be writing in this for a while. 54th day, summer, 464. 487 trials so far, all ended up in failure. We cannot figure out a cure to the sickness that, at this point, everyone was having including the citizens. We did not want to give up, there was still hope. That was until a certain familiar mage suddenly showed up. He said that this was not a simple sickness, but a curse that was cast down by the Scarlett King. He announced this in the throne room right in fron

“No. You have to reverse it.” “I cannot, our next ten generations will not see magic, it would turn into Myth. I Curse that we will continue to protect ourselves with Magic, the ones that would leave us lifeless but will not be used for anything else. I curse that you and every of our male descendants who seats on this throne after you will died of a sword through the stomach unless he loves truly and is unable to hurt his queen. I curse that the position will be a burden and one full of thorns of family who will try to betray the ruler. Until the foreigner arrives.” Trisha coughs out, the king was frozen, watching his wife and his beloved curse something which they had built with their hand

I questioned him in between their conversation “It was curses by that bastard royal sorcerers of my husband, he curses my Nolan when he saw us fucking each other in stable, I killed him but his curse was hard for me to absorb..” Queen Adrianne added taking slow steps towards me “But it was purple poison..” I said in confused tone “And Royal sorcerers was purple warlock” she added lazily “However you…. You was able to cured his curse so… easily.. I heard you have some book about magic… hand them to me, if you don’t want to die with your king” Queen Adrianne said and extended her hand in front of me.

She lowered her voice, “During the bonfire, the king will choose a mate. It's said that the king was cursed by a warlock, that is why he has not found his mate, so he will alter to a temporary mate as he needs to birth an heir to the throne.” My heart thudded heavily in my chest. Oh bloody hell! They don't know that the king have found his mate, and tonight…tonight, He will announce me as his mate and the one to bear his successor. My palms itched, and I dropped the cloth in the bucket to rub my palms together. “Why was the king cursed?” I asked. Joanne raised her palm in the mid air, “That I don't know, and I suggest we don't say more on that topic since it's unallowed.”

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.