The Ashes And The Star Cursed King Novels & Stories

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?"

Thoughts were sweet but their own false hope still residing turning down the sweetness earlier Everyone knew, the curse wasn't healed? Why no one knew? The words spread , luna being impure creating the remorse in the members . But who would dare to speak it loud .Moreover , the clossness of Richard and Eliss happened to be oil in fire . Richard, whose name was forbidden was roaming in the palace in bright light, laughing and enjoying as if the shadows of past never lingered in the hall of palace . Stunned the very soul in the palace who knew, who he was.

"And if you need proof of whether your charm works or not, just look at Ash. He is completely under your spell." A thick blush crept onto my cheeks, even though I didn't think it was true. Ash was a powerful vampire, a noble, and the rightful king. He was wealthy beyond my imagination, and his looks could possibly strike women in every realm. Next to him, I felt more like Cinderella, but one without a Fairy Godmother and glass slippers. I had no complaints against the slippers, though; with all my luck, they could be even less comfortable than those stilettos.

“Few things about your martyr were erased from history. My forefather, the Alpha of your time was the one who ordered you killed, so the real history was passed down to me. He was known to be the only Alpha who was able to conquer you, but in his doings, he did not completely erase you. He couldn't at all. A prophecy was made that era that in another lifetime, a descendant of your lover’s bloodline shall be the one to free you.” Lucan rose up to his feet slowly, wincing with pains as he did. He pointed to Rose, “Emmett, this is the person you seek for, the one who by fate broke the spell on your ashes."

I instruct, acknowledging the necessity of addressing his basic needs despite our strained alliance. Asher nods, swiftly moving to fulfil my request. As he rushes off to complete the task, I turn back to face Lucian, the air between us thick with unspoken words and an underlying tension. I can sense the internal conflict waging within him, the battle between his own desires and the burden of the curse that binds him to my commands.

Blood sprayed as he ripped his chest open, clawing until he ripped out the beating heart. Raban’s body hit the earth with a heavy thud, shifting back into human form. Lifeless. Elder Asher tried to flee. But the King was faster. He caught him by the back, claws slicing through flesh, tearing him into pieces until nothing but blood and bone stained the ground. The King’s fur dripped red. His claws were painted with blood. His eyes glowed with madness. Then he smelt something. Mecah. Though invisible, her scent betrayed her.

Her stomach was bandaged, but her face wore a victorious smile. "Do you know what he told me just now?" She pulled a small crystal out of a bag on her wheelchair. The crystal glowed, projecting an image into the air. I saw myself thirteen years ago—in rags, covered in wounds, taken and broken by three rival Alphas. I was crawling on the ground, weeping, begging for mercy. "Shut up!" I snarled. "He said," Seraphina continued, letting the humiliating images play, "that he only saved you back then out of pity. But now, he's found the woman he was truly meant to love."

“You’re too late, Varek. The Frostkin are rising, and the crown’s reign is over.” Varek’s eyes narrowed as he took a step forward, his own sword drawn. “The Frostkin? You’ve awakened the spirits, but you’re nothing more than a puppet. Your people were never meant to be rulers. They were meant to be tools.” Asha’s grip tightened on her blade, her voice cold as ice. “And you were never meant to be a king. You were just another pawn.”

I hadn’t washed it yet. However, when I examined the collar, my fingers paused. The button was loose. The thread looked new, like it had been forcibly pulled. I crouched down and opened the shoe cabinet. My pair of hospital slippers sat neatly inside. The soles were clean. I remembered clearly that the last time I wore them, there had been a faint yellowish stain from disinfectant. Now, the soles were gray-white, as if someone had deliberately scrubbed them clean. My breathing tightened slightly, but my expression didn’t change.

He found Theron. He sat on the edge of the tower. The morning sun washed over him. His body turned to shimmering, golden dust. "Theron!" Elias ran to him, but it was too late. "Take care of the clan, Elias," Theron's voice was a soft whisper. "I'm going to her." The golden dust danced in the breeze and vanished into the sky. With tears in his eyes, Elias collected Theron's ashes. He placed our urns together, reuniting us at last.