Novel & Cerita Korvold Fae Cursed King

She looked at King Roan and said, “I curse you King Roan, for standing by idle, where you could have made the difference between defeat and victory. I curse you to a life that stands still, you and your people will not age, will not reproduce, will not be able to enjoy the pleasures of life. You will be trapped in your Kingdom under the sea, not being able to do anything just like you did today. Once a year you will be able to leave to try to find redemption. Only when the lost heir of the witches falls in love with you, then the curse will be broken.” Hella rolled her eyes, “Ugh if I knew you were going to be this boring, Fiona, then I would have killed you immediately. But where is the ple

I muttered, answering his earlier question and he hummed. “But you should know a little bit especially about the Alpha King. He was my Dahlia's mate as well, wasn't he?" He questioned and I nodded slowly. “Yes he is" I muttered, making sure not to use past tense like he did and he definitely noticed but instead of saying anything, he smirked. “Well how strong is he? I heard he was cursed? Is he still cursed? I heard our blood could cure him" He murmured and I frowned. He knew more than I thought he did.

Vibrations shook through me as I realized what had been done-- this was something that could never be undone. With bated breath, a billowing black mist materialized in the middle of the circle, churning, and twirling around itself, taking on a malevolent shape. My heart stopped as the mist solidified, unveiling a figure standing in the centre of the circle, exuding raw power. His youthful face was deceptively alluring, masking his dire fate. Jet-black hair framed his breathtakingly handsome face, highlighting his hard jawline and piercing blue eyes. His majestic garb and towering stature radiated grandeur, yet melancholy lurked beneath his regal exterior, revealing the torment hidden within

There was no way he could protect himself or his family with the way he was. "Felix, be thankful that Marjun Montego had developed a potion that could revive one's wolf," Calhoun said. "Be very thankful." Felix smiled as hope filled his eyes. "Thank you so much, my king." Calhoun got up from his seat. "Come with me, both of you." Felix and Evander followed him out. On his way, he met Thomas standing outside the castle, staring at nowhere in particular. "Did she return?" He asked. Thomas jerked in fright. He didn't trust the king anymore. After telling him what transpired when he was unconscious, the king had thrown him into the dungeon in response.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I actually know your name." The Horde King tipped his head back and laughed. Once he wound down his mirth, he cleared his throat. "Felix of Ravenscourt, Goddess Kiema." He swept into a courtly bow. "Really?" I shook my head. "Join us, Felix of Ravenscourt, Horde King of the Dark Fae." "Goddess?" Seagull sneered. "Shooting a little higher than our station, huh?" I lifted my shirt, revealed my rune. "It would seem then that Heppni has been lying about more than just her brother Hellion."

"You're saying she's what?" I couldn't believe that her past was coming back to haunt her. Hell, her past had caught up to her and now she was missing and all I can do was sit around and wait? the hell? "I'm saying she's been taken by the elves to take her place as the queen to the king of elves, Elegast Ingalfur himself. I have insider sources within the kingdom." Magnus's witch lover, Gerold, explained as he gets up and started pacing while he vomit all information and I patiently let him have the floor until I learned the real intention of the said King Elegast.

Professor Dravik Thornhall POV Obsidian Accord Gathering Friday Night at Midnight The chamber stank of incense, smoke, and rotting promises. Ten hooded figures lined the obsidian table like vultures awaiting a feast, and I stood at the end, my robes damp with anticipation. At the head sat the Fae High King himself, a crown of bone and shadow resting on his brow, his fingers steepled in contemplation. “She has been identified,” he murmured, his voice like glass dragging across stone. “The Godkiller Heir. Vaelryn’s blood.”

But, she immediately bowed and left. “It’s all so confusing.” I admitted. “And unbelievable. It makes no sense.” “I’m sure it doesn’t.” The Lycan King stretched to his full height, walking back to the table. I kept my eyes on him. I couldn't notice how effortlessly flawless he looked. “Why is there an old painting of me?” I asked, looking back at the desk where I had left the piece of paper. “Technically, that’s a painting of Queen Serene’s descendant, Lady Aurora.” the Lycan King replied.

He raised a brow at her as she squared her shoulders more, finally raising her chin to meet his gaze. "Do you know where you are, Human?" His voice dipped low into his chest as he approached her. She didn't step away, but with the look in her eyes, she was definitely afraid. "You're in the Werewolf King's den." He growled down at her. Her eyes widened up at him, those beautiful eyes like an endless green field. Those eyes hardened suddenly.

Baron said, his hands caressing an orb on the hand rest of the chair he sat on. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Oswald raised a brow, realizing this might be as serious as Baron was portraying it to be. Baron sighed heavily, placing the orb in his hands and muttering a spell. The orb is encircled in emerald-colored mist, and an obscure figure appears within the orb. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, has it." Oswald stared back at the orb in horror, wondering what more Baron was going to tell him about the curse.