King Of Curses Novels & Stories

I asked him. “Kekeke! Seemed like you didn't get the logic, Cerina. Demon kings’ curses are very different from vampire mages' curses. Just like graces, demon kings’ curses have physical forms...” He stopped for a moment and snapped his fingers, showing me something in my vision. A small violet-colored ball just materialized above his opened palm. And there's a floating fox sign inside it.

Shadows flicker red beneath my door now, dancing like cruel spirits. “Run!” The word echoes in my skull. The door bursts inward in a spray of sparks and splintered wood. Flames roar behind a towering silhouette. A man steps through the fire. I cannot see his face — only the outline of him carved in burning light. And his eyes. They glow. Not with reflection. With power. The world fractures into red and gold. Heat devours everything. The scream tears from my throat— I wake choking on smoke that isn’t there. My room is dark. Quiet. Whole.

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.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

I mutter through clenched teeth. Elora’s head tilts slightly, violet eyes narrowing. Her demeanor shifts, a subtle change that I barely detect in time. “To break the curse, you must do more than complete tasks and collect…objects.” “What do you want?” I snap, repeating myself. “Dearest Ezra,” Elora’s fingers skim along my jawline, nails scratching at the scruff. “It’s simple, really. You must get the princess to fall in love with you—truly and deeply in love.”

She screamed, making list of the people flinch and younger children cry in fright. "But you know what, I will leave and you will never see me again. Of course I won't leave without a gift for your unborn child, whether male or female, the child shall not experience the feeling of full wolf transformation. You can try to break the curse but you will fail and you will also beg to find me and you will also fail. This is my parting gift to you," she smiled deviously and just within a blink of an eye, Rebecca was gone. ~JASON~

What kind of terrible mother am I? The king shushed her, "shh, please stop beating yourself up. I don't want your health to be affected. Everything that happened was done by Meela. She solicited the help of a dangerous witch who cursed Kathy. That was the reason we all hated her. I am even appalled by the fact that I almost hung someone to death, how much more the fact that she is our princess. But I know we were all under the influence of the witch's curse. I feel better that she is with Mason. Everything surely makes sense now. The prophecy said that she would marry Mason but because of the curse, Mason ended up asking for Athena's hand in marriage.

she demanded, her voice trembling between anger and fear. The spectral figure tilted its head, its gaze unyielding. “Your very bloodline is cursed. In order to save your kingdom, a king must fall. The sacrifice of one true heir will bind the curse... but at a cost beyond measure.” Ryker stepped forward, rage and anguish mingling in his eyes. “Who is this king? What sacrifice?” Darius, still reeling from his betrayal, could only stutter, “I... I don’t know…” His voice was a broken whisper as he backed away.

she asked, her voice laced with pain and confusion. Faris' response was cold, his eyes devoid of emotion. "Nothing's wrong with me, Alina. Accept that I'm the only one guilty of the crime." With that, he turned and headed for the door, leaving Alina shaken and heartbroken. "Where do you think you're going?" Aleksander's voice rose in anger as he stood up, his eyes blazing with intensity. Faris didn't turn back, his voice firm. "I was released by the High King and Queen. I'm not a member of your pack, so you can't keep me here." With that, he left.

fuck fate and its stupid eyebrows. The contract was activating. The seal was awakening. And Theo, who had spent centuries hating humans for reasons even he no longer remembered, was being forced to kneel before one. Slowly, Theo felt the final condition. The binding would only be complete through a kiss—an ancient rite, older than language. Refusing it meant death. His spirit would burn, along with the last remnant of Nexus’s power inside him. Theo stared at her, face twisted in loathing.