The Curse Prince Novels & Stories

It still burns faintly—not like pain this time, but like a promise. This curse started with death, but it will end with life. And when it does, the world will remember the prince who refused to die.

They tried all they could to stop the curse but it was all futile. When the royal family found out that they couldn't stop the curse, they made the first bride a sacrificial price to appease Qetiyah but that wasn't all. The royal family harbors a great secret that's could cause changes to the kingdom of Katula. The royal family was more than what the pack members thought about them. They were cruel, powerful, and full of authority. A thousand years passed and the curse continued with no way to stop it but fate had a lot for the new generation of the Anderson royal family

Born of royal wolf and royal lycan blood, her existence bore the weight of an ancient curse—an ethereal shadow that clung to her soul, intertwining her destiny with the mysteries of the night. This unnamed princess, shrouded in the moon's radiant light, navigated the intricacies of her dual heritage. The curse, a spectral presence within her, cast a shadow upon her lineage, marking her as an anomaly in the tapestry of royal bloodlines. Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence.

His father was the Greet Seer, whose father and Great grandfather had talked about the calamity that would befall all races, if the cursed son of the first Royal vampire gets together with the daughter of the fake royal family, a hybrid, who was cursed as a result of the circumstances surrounding her birth. Although, no one has any ideas about where she is, who she is or whether she’s still alive. Assumptions about her have been on the lips of everyone for ages, that he himself, who inherited his gift from his father, decided to look for her on his own, to stop her from meeting the cursed prince. He came back for a while to his pack, as a result of an important issue his father had to talk t

“He touched the Prince’s bare hands. No one touches the Prince’s bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim.” As I made my way to the classroom, Adele’s words never left me — no one touches the Crown Prince’s bare hands and lives. It was the reason why he always wore leather gloves, so he would not accidentally kill anyone. He was cursed, Adele had said, cursed by a witch whom his grandfather had offended. His hands were like a bloodsucking weapon. Quinn had failed to tell me that tiny bit of information. I could only imagine what would have happened if I had touched his bare hands — I would have met my end even before I finished my mission.

I'd made it through all of that, proven I was stronger than the mere omega they knew me to be, I have proven I could survive anything. And now someone here wanted me dead too. Was I cursed? Destined to always be unwanted? Always be thrown away like garbage? First my own mate chose my sister over me when I was carrying his heir. Now someone in this castle wanted me gone. What had I done wrong this time? What crime was I paying for? Maybe Garrick was right, maybe I really was nothing, maybe I deserved all this pain. The darkness crept closer, my heart slowed. Was this how it ended? Not in battle, but poisoned like a rat in the shadows?

It was a sign that the dark magic was turning against its user. "I'm the prince! I'm the only heir! That girl was thrown away long ago! Nobody knows! Nobody knows!" He shrieked, and a surge of dark energy burst from within him, instantly shattering the pumpkin vines wrapped around his legs. Rosalie's expression changed drastically. "This is bad! That's a forbidden dark magic curse! He's going to level this entire place!" A violent gust of wind tore through, sending dirt and debris flying everywhere. Prince Adrian barely looked human at this point. His eyes blazed red, and dark energy swirled around him as he advanced toward us, sword in hand. "Since you know the truth, you all have to die! O

"He will fall in love with her, but she will hate him. She would be the lowlest of beings but he would crave her touch. She is his antidote, cure, that he can never have. He will be a blasphemy to his generation, she would be the one to redeem him. He is the cursed one. What don't you understand here?" "You mean my son is cursed, and this curse can be broken unless he meets her right? Meet who?" "Unless he meets his mate, who unfortunately for the both of them would never love him." "What!" The mother of the baby boy exclaimed. "Can't the moon goddess help him in locating his mate? Can't she help them fall in love?" The father asked the witch who just raised her eyebrows and laughed again hy

"Can you tell me a bit about your story? A brief plot or something like that. Maybe I can help you with the ending." Although I wasn't really good at endings. "It's all about two angels that have been cursed by a demon." He still was looking at the air. "What's the demon's cursed against them?" I wanted him to look at me. I was trying to reach for his eyes but he kept on moving his hed sidewards just to avoid my gaze. "The guy will live forever. He will live forever in human world. He will never die," he cleared his throat. "Never." "That's a curse?" My brows crossed. "But isn't that what almost everyone wants? To live forever or at least longer."

Darren’s POV “What about the curse?” I asked her with so much hope. “Curse is still there. A powerful witch had cast it in return for a favor. Diana had gained the favor, so the curse couldn’t be reverted unless Moon Goddess breaks it herself.” The glow emanating from her hand stopped as her eyes turned to normal. However, my heart sank to the depths. Where was I in this entire story? “I’ve got to tell Marcus. She’s indeed the girl of prophecy.”