Kingdom Of The Cursed Novels & Stories

“Then listen carefully. This is not a tale for the faint of heart.” He began with the origin of the curse. “Long before my birth, before this kingdom even existed, there was a god—a dark deity whose hunger was infinite. It sought power, influence, and dominion over mortal souls. To achieve this, it created the curse. Not a simple spell, not a charm, but a living force designed to bind, to manipulate, to consume. Those marked by it were chosen—Moonborn, they called them—and their lives were never their own.” Elara’s pulse quickened. “And you… were chosen?”

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

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

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

In my haste, I have led my men straight into a trap. But there is no turning back now- we all have to fight or be killed. With a loud howl, I draw my own sword and charge forward, letting the bloodlust of my curse fuel my strength- you won’t do. I am partly scared that I might start convulsing or having symptoms of the curse again. My men follow, loyal to the end- that is why I picked them. They would not mind dying on my behalf. Ever since I became the king, they have been the most confident of my army- the ones I can trust my life with The battle is brutal. Kaiser's men , but they are just objects made into the form of men. Kaiser created them using black magic and I don’t know if that is

"Shut up. Do you want me to report you for treason? Let's leave this topic." It was a popular rumour in the kingdom of Adivaine that the Lycan King of this city was cursed. Some even said that he was dead long ago and that the person sitting on the throne as the Lycan Alpha King was an abomination created by witches and warlocks. These stories were whispered in corners and alleys, used to scare children from roaming about, sung drunkenly in pubs by miserable old deltas and muttered in midnight tales over a bonfire. But no one dared to say these things aloud except they wanted to be meat for vultures.

His skin is a little pale because of the cold wind, but he looks good anyway, especially now that his lips are turning a darker shade of pink. “I didn’t know I was this handsome” his voice cut me out of my thoughts. I blushed, looking down. The kingdom, as usual, is dark and eerily with lights everywhere, giving it a bit of beauty. I can never tell when it is day or night here because it is always night in the demon kingdom, but they know when it is day or night. I turned to him. “Why is the demon kingdom always dark?” I asked. “Because the kingdom is cursed,” he said. Cursed? I never heard of that.

“There you go, in my visions there were hints of chaos and madness. There was death everywhere, people were dying, the survivors were being rounded up and attacked by ugly looking creatures, these ones do not fly though. They were almost reptilian like…” Vergil exhaled violently, realizing what this could mean. There was only one kingdom that could fit this description, his eyes glowered now, feeling the rage inside him build as he thought of the Kingdom of Havocc and their power-hungry monarch, Dyron. “So yeah, the whole place was on fire and there was blood everywhere, like so much, dude! You could see the streets flooding with it and Colter was in the midst of all that chaos!” “Colter did

“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.”

While he achieved all that he desired, it came with a tremendous cost, a curse that keeps taking countless lives of our people. He raided weak packs and murdered innocents to create the vast and wealthy Kingdom he rules now. But he would give it all back if only it would end the curse. He and his soldiers slayed a teenage boy during a raid on a small, weak pack two decades ago. The boy was the only child of an old woman. She couldn't physically harm them for revenge. So she laid a curse upon our entire Kingdom. Every fall season has become a nightmare. Too many people fall sick, and none survives no matter how much their families fight to cure them. Hundreds of children and parents die to pa