King Of Curses Novels & Stories

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.

I am not letting a curse produce more curses It replays in my head and my chest stings more. Ofcourse curse bring with it pain. I am cursed therefore pain is me.......

I growl. “I couldn’t help it. You know that.” She’s right, but I don’t care. This makes no sense. I thought Adrian rejected his mate. He doesn’t want to be the king. He fears the curse. “It doesn’t matter,” I say to myself. “Even if he found his second chance mate, it doesn’t matter. He’s still under the curse. All the Lycan kings are.”

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

Zach explains. “I most certainly was not expecting that. But being made King would have messed with your bond.” Isaac gives them a tight smile as we all sit. “There is a curse on the king of werewolves. I always thought it was only the line before yours, but apparently it followed you. Seven hundred years ago, King Agnas was fated to a human, Queen Soraise. Unlike Duke Anthony, King Agnas treated her horribly. He needed her for strong pups, but he never did really love her. Instead, he beat her and refused to give her the full power of her title. One night in a drunken rage, he beat her to death. The goddess cursed the King’s line, took away their fated mates, forcing them to find love. Not

He bowed before walking away and closing the door behind him. The moment I heard his footsteps disappear down the hallway, I turned around. Zevran was standing near the window. “You really can't be seen,” I said. “Not when the curse is active.” I stared at him. “Your curse is invisibility?” A humourless smile tugged at his lips. “Apparently.” I shook my head, still trying to make sense of it. “But you're the Lycan King. How can you have a curse like this?” “Being the Lycan King doesn't make me immune to curse.”

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

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.”

The once-feared tyrant king, now broken and bound, looked utterly helpless. “I was cursed,” he began, his voice trembling. “Cursed in a way I never understood. Werewolves were taboo in this kingdom—I had to hide it. For years, I lived in fear of being exposed.” His eyes grew distant, lost in memory. “Then I met a shaman. He told me the cure was witch’s blood—the blood of a witch your heart beats for. The blood of the witch you love.”

“It almost makes me want to spare you.” Danial’s eyes narrowed, locking onto the Curse King. His voice, hoarse from the pain, barely managed to escape his lips. “Spare me? Don’t flatter yourself,” he spat, blood dribbling from his mouth. “You think you’re unstoppable… but I’m not finished yet.” The Curse King’s grin faded, replaced by a cold, calculating look. “Alright, boy,” he said, stepping forward, his presence filling the air with dread. “Let me show you why they call me the Curse King.”