Korvold Fae Cursed King Novels & Stories

And on that dais—bound in glowing chains—sat a man. No. Not a man. A mirror. Her breath caught. He looked exactly like Kael. But his eyes were pure obsidian. And the smile he wore was carved in cruelty. “Brother,” he drawled, voice like velvet soaked in venom. Kael stiffened. “I’m not your brother.” “Oh, but you were once,” the Crownless King said, lips curling. “We were one soul. Until you severed us. You, the golden child. Me, the shadow. They called me a curse.”

Now I know why he looked so familiar to me, he is Cora’s older brother. “Fae King Aberdone has declared war with the wolves and anyone who stands in his way in obtaining the Angel of Death. He will not stop until he has her. My queen, Asteria is rallying the sirens. The wolves are rallying their armies. Dragon King Dragus is doing the same. So is Xavius and I’m assuming Vampire King Voltas.” I say and murmurs break out as I look down at Rosa, who looks nervous. “Why should we fight for her? We don’t know her and she turns up here knowing there is an army of fae ready to attack and destroy any who harbour her?” Angry murmurs agree with the man who spoke. I turn to look at him and smirk at the

"If you wouldn't get married to a wolf for your lifetime, you have to get married to a human…" I growled, and she paused, trying to choose whether to keep speaking or not. "...and make her bear a child for you,... and the curse would be broken." There was silence all over the room. "I'm sorry, your highness." She mumbled. "Kael," The King called softly, and I turned my head to look at him, "I was already even going to suggest getting married to a human, because you…" he took a pause, coughing loudly.

The seed had already been planted in his head, and nothing but the absolute truth would remove it. “Where did you find him?” he asked Micah. “He found us. We were looking for his trail northbound down the river when he just walked towards us,” Micah answered. “Did he say anything?” Had he told them about the curse? “He was off his head,” Micah said. “He kept saying that he was the king and then singing. We had to gag him on the way back. When we started questioning him in the cell, he kept repeating something about a blood moon. He smelled like a rogue, but I can’t be sure.”

Elara replied. Lyra’s fingers curled slightly at her sides. Mirela’s tone turned colder. “That is not what we hear.” Kael’s eyes narrowed. “What do you hear?” “That Frostveil now holds a source of ancient power. That your child commands wolves older than our lineages. That the broken-crowned king was seen at your borders.” The accusation hung there. Rowan growled softly. Elara kept her voice even. “The king came. He left.” Garrick studied her face. “Left willingly?”

“I can still feel the pull. It didn’t stop when Thorne came in. It’s still demanding something from both of us.” Kael stopped moving and stood stiff with his back to me, his shoulders tight. “The magic is a curse, Elvanya. And duty is stronger than any curse, even one from the Moon Goddess. I’m King first. Now go. I can’t be late for the meeting. Thousands of lives depend on my focus.” I knew I couldn’t speak again. I couldn’t challenge the King when his back was turned and his mind was on war. The forbidden moment was over. The King had turned back into the beast and commander, locking away his feelings.

Slouched, wild, barefoot and sharp-eyed. King Vaelen Thornborne. The fae monarch responsible for slaughtering half her order. “You smell like iron,” he drawled, head tilting. “And rage.” Seris squared her shoulders, her cloak heavy with frost. “I came to retrieve what your soldiers stole. The treaty stone. Return it, and I leave.” He rose with the lazy elegance of a predator. Taller than any man, his shoulders wrapped in dark petals and leather armor, his skin kissed with ash and moonlight.

Gripped firmly in one of their hands, a tray made of polished gold remained concealed beneath a vibrant red cloth. "Valerius," King Roderick's voice pierced the silence, his lips curving into a sinister smile that hinted at hidden intentions. As his words spilled forth, they resonated with an unwavering determination, freezing the air around them. Valerius, a portrait of unwavering loyalty, felt his fingers coil tighter around the hilt of his sword, a mixture of anticipation and apprehension gleaming in his eyes. Bending at the waist in a deep bow, he responded in a voice hushed but charged with an unsettling resolve, "Yes, my king." In a fluid motion that mirrored the king's vengeful desire

Felix smiled sarcastically, he didn't know that this old man could be so smart at observing things. It even made Fotia who initially had the upper hand because he had successfully pitted Lithonia and Edafos, back into a corner. "Your guess is not completely correct, Mister William De Jeger! first of all, you are correct regarding the condition of the Crown Prince of Fotia, Prince Aiden Val Hedros. He inherited the curse of Diavolos, but on the one hand, he also inherited the power of his ancestors who were bound by the devil's pact. We didn't want to cover it up, but something like that isn't something we can easily say either!"

A shudder rolled through his massive shoulders. “I don’t care what this curse is,” I said, stepping closer, so close now that I could feel the humid heat rolling off his body, sticky with sweat, blood, and ancient, malevolent magic. “You are mine, Kaiden Valen, Alpha King of Aethoria, you belong to me.” Another flash of emerald, this one stronger, brighter. His massive chest heaved. “Come back to me,” I whispered, desperate, raw. “Please.” The creature’s lips trembled, twisted between a snarl and something like pain.