The Curse Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

She suddenly sneered making him tighten his grip over her jaw not liking the way she was disrespecting him. "I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted from her throat. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip suddenly gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse.

The Prince turned and walked away. When a month later and the curse started to take place, people started to have withdrawal symptoms from magic, the prince killed his father while he father was aslept one night. On his parents matrimonial bed with a sword driven into his father stomach. By the time the Prince had a son who was his age when his mother was killed by his father, Magic was extinct and a distant memory.

"I am Danial. The first prince, Danial Vermillion." The maid behind the princess coughed once she heard Danial's sentence. She, from the beginning to end, had stared at Danial with fervent gazes. As if being enthralled by his appearance, she couldn't close her mouth. The lady's pupils quivered. Her flabbergast looks diminished. Then it was replaced by an expression full of wariness. "You are actually the first prince? But how?" "Ah, this?" Danial gestured his finger around his face. "My curse got broken. You could say that I'm healed and returned to normal."

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Two soldiers shoved me into a carriage and delivered me to Prince Alaric's castle. But there was no wedding waiting for me. No bells. No celebration. Just an old steward who led me into the great hall. The fire crackled in the hearth. In the corner, a high-backed chair held a man whose face was so pale it was almost translucent. That was Alaric. Once upon a time, he'd been the dream of every maiden in the kingdom. But three years ago, a witch had laid the most brutal curse upon him.

Leona was confused as she turned to the two men in turn. Ethan stared in disbelief at Leona. He seemed to doubt what he had just heard. How could there be anyone in this country who didn't know William Redorge's status as director and main heir to the famous R Corp? "Why are you silent? There's really something important that-" "Never mind, not a big deal." William cut off Leona's words. Leona screeched in confusion. Not long after, a burst of laughter broke out from in front of Leona. He is Ethan. Leona felt even more strange. It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly.

It will break up, then return after hundreds of years. But under the leadership of the first king. The prince of the kingdom of Olympus, Ossoron, seemed to favor the victory of the opposite kingdom. He fled the war, taking a full woman with him. The beauty and human blood that flowed in that body became a curse to the flow of the gods. The prince is blind to lust. Who would have thought that love at first sight is the greatest power, exceeding the luminous sky, rivaling the lightning bolts as its shield? The prince will give up anything, including himself.

“Because your survival… will belong to me. And the first lesson begins tonight.” Elara’s chest tightened. Fear, defiance, and the pull of the curse collided inside her, a storm she couldn’t control. She understood then—the Dark Prince was more than a hunter, more than a ruler, more than a shadow in her nightmares. He was the thread itself, binding her, shaping her fate, and claiming her survival as his own.

“Your Majesty, as per the recent blood test I am agonized to tell that the condition of Prince is far worse than thought.” His mouth twitched hearing those words and he clenched his fist on the armrest. “Straight to the point, Len.” Alexander spoke not wanting to ponder more on the upsetting news. “It looks like the rumors of his curse aren’t rumors. I examined a sample of his semen from last few weeks and unfortunately it is too powerful to even adapt the surrogacy method.” Len’s words broke Sebastian’s heart.

“I need you to answer me, Sule. What is it you are hiding?” Darius stood eyeball to eyeball, facing Sule. He was desperately trying to restrain himself. His temper was fast-rising and his wolf was threatening to burst out. Sule noticed, so he took another inch to the side, away from the prince’s side. Then he spoke up, “I believe a series of events have happened. We ignored them when they started but right now, I am pretty certain it’s the curse.”