The Cursed Prince Book Novels & Stories

My head jerked to the side, the taste of blood filling my mouth. Then, Mandy leaned in close, her words dripping with malice. "Listen carefully, Amelia. I orchestrated Heidi's death. I made Timmy pretend to be sick. I deliberately didn't notify Simon to pick her up and even faked her voice message. I even tempered with the car windows so the wolves could get in!" "Mandy, you'll rot in hell!" I thrashed wildly, desperate to break free and tear her apart. Mandy laughed at my fury, her face twisted with perverse joy. "Look at you, Amelia. You're like a madwoman!"

Unlike the other portraits, where the figures had softer, friendlier features, this man exuded an aura of danger. “He is handsome, isn’t he?” Sandy came to her side, looking up at the portrait as well. “Yes, but… he looks cold, stern… dangerous.” Katherine listed, and she muttered to herself, “and his eyes are dead, empty, void of any emotion, nothing of joy.” “He is ruthless. A devil like everyone deemed. The most ruthless of the royal generation. He is the Alpha King, Luther Reeds.” Sandy said and gestured Katherine to look at his name below the portrait and there, engraved on the golden frame of the portrait was his name.

It was here last night when I was reading. "Which one?" He tusked at the thrown cushions and started picking them up. Pushing my fallen hair at the back, I moved to the LED panel and crunched down to check the drawers. "The Cruel Prince. I was on a plot twist. Jude had killed a royal fiery. She was so badass. She hid his body and she will be in a big trouble because you see she's the mortal among fairies and that's not good. Fairies are immortal—"

"Not now, Zayden. I'm worried about the curse and what it might mean for us." He sobered up at my words, his expression turning serious. "I know, Emily. But we'll figure it out. I promise." I wanted to believe him, but the weight of my responsibilities made it hard to be optimistic. "I hope you're right, Zayden. I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you or the other alpha princes." He placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring. "Don't worry, Emily. We'll protect you no matter what. And we'll find a way to break the curse together."

It is funny how I'm sitting beside the prince who wanted to kill me just three days ago. Ordinary me, a commoner. Well, Kismat,Fate. "Is it weird, that I find myself wanting to talk to you" he finally said after a long silence. I gulped shakily, why is he talking like this? "No, not at all" I replied. He sighed and clasped his hands together. "I have a secret" he said. I looked at him. "A very deep secret" he paused. "I'm cursed"

He’d find him, and he would tear him to pieces. He’d find River and claim her. The desire and urge to do so was all consuming. His primal cry tore through the chilly evening air, calling others to him. He may have been a cursed prince with no throne to claim anymore, but here, in the forest, he was king, the Alpha to a pack of those cursed to suffer with him, their maker and master. Even several female Fae were in his pack.

asked the chief priest and the king sigh. “My house is on fire, wise one and I need answers.” The king told him. “What seems to be the problem so that I can consult the gods?” asked the chief priest. “I have reason to believe that the prince of this land is bewitched.” The king told the chief priest but the latter shook his head. “My king, you know that the prince cannot be bewitched, his beast protects him.” The chief priest reminded the king who seems to have forgotten that fact.

She ran her index finger along Sienna’s face and continued, “You; my Luv never died…” What Serena said made sense to Sienna. Rubbing her forehead, she muttered, “I never felt like I died either… technically I don’t know what death feels like but it just felt like me when I found myself here… I felt cold, lonely, and claustrophobic…” Serena was impressed by her analysis and decided to give her a bit of more information. “When Alaric refused my proposal three years ago, I was furious. So, I cursed him.” Walking around Sienna in circles, she continued, “Eventually, I realized that he won’t be mine even if his mate died. So, I twisted the curse so that his mate is trapped in my prison.”

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.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.