Korvold Fae Cursed King Novels & Stories

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.

“Corruption? My dear Adriana, the only corruption here is your own wild magic, festering in the shadows of a disgraced lineage. Anya’s ‘visions’? Fabrications whispered by a dying seer to mask her own instability. And Marcus? A loyal scribe who wrote what he was told. The King’s decree is clear: your power is a danger. And you, Devon, by associating with such a threat, have made yourself a danger to the crown.” He gestured to the King's Guard. “You refuse to be brought before the King for judgment, preferring to consort with the very elements that threaten our realm. This place, with its echoes of Anya’s so-called prophecies, is a fitting place for your defiant end. Your actions have made th

If the new king wanted to make them carry out the given orders, they must first acknowledge the person. After Roul left the room, Richard D. Scarlet read a letter that revealed a conspiracy between the Adhelard Family and King Arawn. “It turns out that King Arawn is a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He is excellent in front of the king, but he has evil intentions,” he said sarcastically while Adam Carolus glared furiously at Pavel Adhelard. “For the sake of your ambition, you and your family planned to kill Kaven. Now, in order not to be found out, you also wanted to kill Trish? Shame on you!” said Adam Carolus firmly.

"Everything that Celestia and the Alliance have told you about this war and why it's happening is a lie." I narrowed my eyes on him, but he just took a breath before looking me square in the eye and continuing. "You saw the people in there. You saw how it's driving them mad, and forcing them to shift into their alter forms. The Beastial Kingdom didn't start this war; Celestia did. They corrupted our king on the day they were supposed to sign a peace treaty. They did something to him that forced his dragon to the surface in a blind rage, instantly voiding the treaty between kingdoms, and therefore restarting the war that we were trying to end. That king came back to the Beastial kingdom after

I stared at it abd my stomach turned, he had people trapped here, some were in their Wolf forms. There were so many of them and they were trapped behind iron bars, some unconscious, others barely able to stand. My heart broke. “What have you done?” The king smiled. “They are the key.” I stared at him. “What?” He walked toward one of the cages. “The curse that keeps me here was created by the first Veilborn Queen.” He looked back at me. “And her bloodline is the only thing capable of undoing it.” My hands trembled.

But his gaze lingered too long on me. The taller wolf scoffed. “The king wouldn’t know.” He crouched in front of me, tilting his head like a beast considering its prey. “The only reason King Vael hasn’t gutted him is to parade his little prize—to show the other humans that he took down their greatest kingdom. Maybe he’ll even fuck his pretty hole before he kills him.” I almost laughed. Now, I understood. They were going mad from a scent I hadn’t asked for, a scent I didn’t even recognize as my own. This was why Vael thought I’d cursed him. Why his men looked at me like they wanted to devour me whole.

My fingers trace runes of extinction across the air as I walk the shattered veil between realms. Below me, in the ravaged city of iron and ash, the last pack stands. Wolves twisted by war, their bodies malformed by ancient curses and human cruelty. They are the last sons and daughters of Fenrir. And I will end them. I arrive as moonlight made flesh. The rogue king sees me first. His name is Kael. He reeks of rebellion. He wears a silver scar where a god once struck him down. He does not bow. “You shouldn’t have come,” he says.

"Korin, an ancient alpha wolf. He was like me, yet he's a power hungry creatures. Now, I want to know if you are same like your comrades." Instantly the fae king's aura flickered tremendously. It was more powerful than the other auras that appeared. "Show me, your real power selected prince of nature!" King Raido billows. Gabriel staggered drastically as he fell down on the ground with agape mouth, while looking at Raido in shocked and surprised. He was stunned and stupefied. How was he able to fought this man infront of him? How was he able to defeat him.

And he was getting so curious about it. Malden took in a deep breath. "When my wife died, I found in her possession certain books. And they gave some details about the valley. And more, some things about gods and such. One big description about them was the green cornea at certain times, either due to anger, or tiredness." "Malden... Then... Farri..." The king was shocked and sat up immediately. "Does that mean that Farri is one of them?" Malden froze at the question too. "Why would you say that?"

“Esfeors' eldest son awaits you in the main hall.” “Who is that?” Callisto yawns, feeling sleepy as his frantic thoughts give him a break. He had not been able to sleep for a single moment since returning to the palace with Rhea. His blood still bubbled frantically and something inside him was screaming with uncontrolled hunger… No wonder he stayed until dawn hunting the beasts that dare to approach his lands, which has become more and more common in fact. “Alpha of the Fenrir Pack… Well, former alpha.” Faced with the King's disinterest and ignorance, Skôll frowns and adds in a growl, “The alpha you ripped the head off last night.”