King Of Curses Novels & Stories

I was avoiding the harm he could cause to us, me and Kash if he got so angry with us. We were still dancing when King informed him that his time in the Kingdom ended and he should go back to his den. I puffed a breath when he finally walked away from me. I caressed my waist as if I could clean Lucifer's touch from it. I gasped and looked around, I smiled as my eyes landed on Kash. He was looking at nowhere, thinking deeply about something while he was playing with an empty champagne glass. The lights showed up on my chest and the darkness somehow faded.

Atreus inhaled loudly and rubbed his eyes with his fingers for a moment before narrowing his eyes at her with a dark look that she'd never seen before. "Fine, Layla," he bit out with a sneer. "You really want to know? I'll tell you. Ravana is the one who placed a curse on me." "A curse?" Layla asked, confused. "Yes, a blood curse. He was the one who trapped me, the reason why I was stuck waiting for centuries. Unable to escape the pitless black of my tomb," he muttered. "But why?" she asked, confused. "If I tried to explain why that twisted b*stard makes the choices he does, we would be here all night. That is just who Ravana is. The demon you are currently placing your faith in."

With his Curse Power, even King Marciais fell into a predicament and was injured. It was an exciting battle. It was the first time Taran showcased such strange Curse Magic in front of the public. King Marciais, who was strong, also could not resist the Curse Magic. He was not in good condition. He wanted to fight against Taran up close. However, he was surrounded by Curse Inscriptions. He was trapped by the inscriptions. He could not break free in a short time. Besides, Taran was strong and agile. He did not let King Marciais get close to him.

The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate . CHAPTER 3: first meeting . Mattel’s POV . "The kingdom bears the burden of a curse from the moon goddess, destined to claim the life of its heir before his thirtieth year unless he finds intimacy with his mate. His destined partner will be the object of his affection but will reciprocate with disdain, a being of low stature whom he longs to touch. She holds the cure to his affliction, yet remains forever out of reach. Only she can offer salvation to Mattel, the cursed one."

warm, soft, and so bloody addictive. I will make her love me. No matter how many lies it takes. No matter how much it destroys us both. ... The next morning, I stand before the full-length mirror, adjusting the cuffs of my tailored black Armani suit. The reflection staring back is every inch the powerful Lycan King. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and violet eyes that have seen empires rise and fall. But inside, the five-petal curse burns hotter than ever. The door opens. "Your Majesty", Cain, my Beta, steps in. "Everything is prepared. The ceremony begins in thirty minutes."

He told her with pure joy in his eyes. --- The next day they tried the cure but could not immediately confirm whether the curse was gone. The only way to confirm was to wait for the full moon. But on the full moon, it was clear proof that the curse was completely gone. Kade could no longer feel the beast or the monster in any way. His joy knew no bounds and happiness filled his heart as he blessed the day Celine had come into his life. After nine months, she gave birth to a son and their life was complete, filled with goodness and love. --- **THE END**

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

’ ‘If you kill any of them, my child will pay the price. It was a game of balance, but so far, it felt like he was the one constantly bending backwards. This wasn’t how he was supposed to spend his last days. He was supposed to enjoy his ‘retirement’ and maybe get to hold his child in his arms for a few weeks before the witch’s curse took him. ‘I told you not to trust anyone. We’re the only ones who can protect our mate,’ Cain said. Maybe the beast was right in this case, though that was impractical. It was his pack who had to raise their future king. He had to learn to trust someone. He’d thought that person was Dylan, but he couldn’t do that now.

A faint warmth seeps through the glass, crawling up my wrist like tendrils of cold fire. “You must be clever,” she warns. “The King is no ordinary Lycan. His curse is tied to ancient magic, to blood spilled by witches long before your pack existed. This”—she touches the vial—“enhances the curse. Speeds it. Unleashes it.” “And it will kill him?” I ask. “If he doesn’t kill himself under the madness first.” Her smile is slow, wicked. “Either way, he will not stand.” My breath comes out harsh.

He flicked one wrist, and the fire snuffed itself out, plunging the hollow into pure night. “You arrive smelling of failure.” Ah. He had felt it, then. “The curse took hold,” I said evenly. “Lucas fell. He grows weaker by the hour.” “But he is alive.” The King’s voice was soft. Accusing. “Alive means the curse did not finish its work.” “He will not stay alive for long,” I said. “Not now that a portion of the magic has shifted to the unborn—” A roar shook the hollow. The Demon King rose.