Korvold Fae Cursed King Novels & Stories

beasts made of smoke and teeth leaped around her ankles, their red eyes fixed on Aria’s throat. "I told you, little wolf," Valerica purred, her hair glowing like molten lava. "The King doesn't want you. And the Council has already signed your death warrant. I’m just here to make sure it’s... messy." "Get out," Aria rasped, her voice shaking but her violet eyes refusing to drop. Valerica laughed, a high, tinkling sound that grated like glass on bone. "Or what? You'll bleed on me? You’re a slave, Aria. And tonight, you’re going to find out what happens to slaves who try to sit on a Dragon’s throne, My throne. You think you can compete with me for king Silas?"

"The scouts report that the Coral-Spine is only a few leagues away. The fog is thickening, Elara. It is not natural weather. It is a shroud made of shadow-magic." ​"The woman in the hall said he was coming for them," Elara said. She turned to look at Lucius. The boy didn't blink. "He is not just a vessel, Kaelen. The King of the Deep is a fragment of the Feral King that has sat in the salt for a thousand years. He is older than the Council. He is older than the High Temple." ​Dhum tana na na...

It made the mark on my neck throb in a way that had nothing to do with Dante. I didn't know this man. I had heard of him like every wolf in every pack has heard of him. He's the Alpha King, ruthless. His own wolf is said to be cursed. "Why?" The word came out before I could stop it. Marshall’s eyebrow went up. "Why what, Luna Alba?" "Don't call me that. I'm no one’s Luna anymore." I straightened my spine, trying not to let my voice shake. "Why would the Alpha King care about an omega he’s never met before tonight?"

Looking out the window, I saw Freya going out and dressed in a cloak and seem to be in a haste. I narrowed my eyes, taken aback by her strangeness. Unsure of what to do, I followed her, trailing behind her as she took corners, looking behind her at every interval and me hiding as she does. The Alpha King is probably in the court right now. He is too cursed to be going to visit a friend or anyone. No one wants to be a friend of a cursed King except for his loyal associates. But why isn't Freya with him? And where is she going all dressed up strangely in a cloak?

“Looking for a breeder. Can you imagine? Being chosen for that?” “I heard the same,” a third girl said, shivering. “Most don’t survive. Breeding an heir for a Lycan… it’s a death sentence.” I froze, hand hovering over a pile of ribbons. The stories of the Cursed King ran through my mind. A dangerous ruthless man whose curse was worse than any wolf’s. “They say he’s terrifying. Hideous, probably,” the first girl whispered again. A fourth voice cut in, softer. “I don’t think that’s true. My cousin works in his pack. She says he’s the most attractive man she’s ever seen. But she also said his aura is so heavy with danger people faint just being near him.”

I stayed silent. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur past, the darkening sky swallowing the sun in slow, greedy bites. The closer we got to the palace, the colder the air felt. They said the Alpha King's palace was carved into the side of the Black Mountains. That no sunlight ever touched it. That no laughter ever echoed within its walls. That it was cursed… like the man who ruled it. I didn't know what to expect. All I knew was I wasn’t going there to die.

It is obvious that she wants out, out of her pack, my pack and my presence, but only one of those happened and the other wants mean nothing to me. “You fear me. I see it in your eyes. That is why you want your freedom so badly. You think I’m a monster?” I ask, rising to my full height as I stalk her down. “The feral animals that roam these woods are blood thirsty. They make me look like Prince fucking charming.” She frowns, looking at me, and I give her a fake bow, pretending to be that Prince Charming for her. “Lycan King Roscoe, at your service, milady” I grin sinisterly. She is well aware I am making fun of her as she sighs heavily.

Yet, the more he thought about it, the more he remembered the dream. The dream that had shaken him to his core. Aria standing before the leaders of the other packs, a mysterious man by her side. A werewolf king. They stood together, hand in hand, a beacon of something greater. Something unified. Kian… could he be that king? Darius exhaled sharply, pushing back from his desk. It was madness to consider. The boy was a rogue, a wanderer with no name or claim. And yet, there was something about him.

Roen asked looking at how disheveled the king looked like and blood stains were seen on his cloak he wore. "My Kingdom was attacked by a man who called himself Lucifer. He was with Rae the mermaid girl, though she didn't join in the attack. He warned me to take my remaining people out of my Kingdom or else we will die like others. I have taken my remaining people to the cave behind my Kingdom and asked them to stay there while I come here to inform you." King Davea explained. "We fought with Skeletons, real Skeletons." He added.

I asked the Angel King. The Fae King bristled. “Do you know who I am?” I raised a shoulder, a vicious part of me wanting to lash out at this beautiful monster. The Angel King placed a hand on his colleague’s arm. “I need you to break Franklin’s curse.” “Which one is the male?” asked the Fae King. “All I see are a pair of feral wolves.”