Korvold Fae Cursed King Novels & Stories

comment The kingdom of Astaria was beautiful and cutthroat. The Fae were not like the humans weakened by their trivial emotions, they thrived on strength and power. The strongest of his children would inherit the throne, not the eldest and Aldric fitted the role already. While the thought of Aldric taking the throne would have haunted the king in the past, he needed not worry anymore since there was a curse to keep that from happening. "You sent for me, Father." Prince Aldric tried to be as respectful as ever, but in reality, his hungry gaze took in the King's luxurious and ancient throne designed with Fae elements. The throne should belong to him as the strongest heir, but he was cursed ins

She changed everything in the kingdom including my mom's simple recipe for the royal family. I knew the moment she stepped into the grand ballroom hall with her red bareback dress as my father took her hand for a dance on the night of his birthday, my life would change. It would gradually change. But I had no idea that change was dreadful for when I turned ten, I was banished when the high priest announced to everyone at dinner, "The Alpha King's heir curse is a threat to our pack. His cure can only be found in the human world!" At that time, my stepmother was already carrying his seed, the next in line to the throne.

"Your dear Uncle, Magnus, and Voss—Lyria’s father—were friends once. Just one day… one single day before Voss was to be crowned king, Magnus used dark magic to twist the minds of the people. A spell so vile, it made them choose Magnus instead." I felt my jaw tighten, my heart hammering. "But that wasn’t the worst of it," Soren went on. "He cast a separate spell on Voss himself. Made him forget who he was. Made him believe he was lucky to be Magnus' Beta. Can you imagine? The true king reduced to nothing but a loyal servant. And when Magnus made him Beta, Voss thanked him for it. How pathetic!" "You bastard," I murmured under my breath. Soren laughed. "I was there. I watched it all. I let Mag

A slender crown shone on his head. “Lady Vallebour!” he called me, as the greetings were completed. “So, the news is true indeed. You’ve been cured from the curse already?” I smiled timidly, concealing my excitement. “Yes, your majesty. I’m grateful to you for your concern. I’m all right.” “Really?” the king looked at his mages. “No trace of the curse left?” “No trace, your majesty.” “Amazing!” Gerhard exclaimed and sighed, rubbing his brows in relief.

They were older, stronger, bound by an ancient curse that made them nearly indestructible under the full moon and tonight, the moon hid behind the storm, as if even it dared not witness what was coming. One of them stepped forward. He was taller than the rest. His fur was silver shot with black, his eyes the color of frost. The rain steamed where it touched him. “Elara of the Midnight fang,” he said, his voice deep enough to shake the ground. “You carry what does not belong to you.” My pulse stuttered. “Who are you?” “I am Korrin of the Bloodborne Court,” he said, lifting his chin. “First Fang to the Lycan King.” His eyes slid to Kael. “We have no quarrel with your wolves, Alpha but the girl

“Blood. Crown marks on the dead. The child’s light snuffed out. The King and Queen newly marked but not fast enough.” Korran stepped closer, cane tapping the ice.“Then we ride.”I looked at him startled.“The Frostveil does not leave the Spires.”“The Frostveil has never seen the Crown fall,” he replied voice hard. “If we stay here silent and the prophecy breaks… what was the point of nine centuries of watching?” I exhaled, frost curling from my lips.“The journey is two moons on wolf back. Through Kai’s territory. Through rival lands. Through storms that swallow armies.”Korran smiled small, fierce.“Then we ride fast.”I looked back into the basin at the fading ripples.The child.The blood.The cro

I was clueless. Right now, I only know one thing for sure: no one can be trusted. Killan led me with a princely air to the high altar where the king of House Calore awaited, along with another king wearing a black metallic crown emblazoned with the seal of the fifth: a dragon wielding four mighty swords. King Ivorn Felun. I shuddered as my brain recalled the name of Springgan's most powerful elf. "Stay normal." Killan whispered. When he muttered, his lips came dangerously close to grafting themselves onto my ear canal. My body had an adverse reaction, and it wasn't one I was fond of. Shacking one's hair.

Every noble house in the kingdom, hearing that Alaric's curse was broken, rushed to offer their daughters. At a council meeting, the High Elder brought it up again: the North needed a queen. An heir. Alaric just looked up. "I've already chosen my queen." "Her name is Wren." The news sent shockwaves through the kingdom. Whispers ran through every clan: the new king has lost his mind—he's making a wolf-less waste his queen. The council fought him tooth and nail. Alaric didn't waver. He gave Wren the grandest coronation the North had seen in a century.