Novel & Cerita The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites

"Heavens, is this true...is the prince really going to give these to us? Is he really not joking? Am I dreaming? Am I still not awake? Otherwise, how could I have such a ridiculous dream! It's too amazing, too incredible!" "He, he really gave it to me! I'm going to faint! How lucky I am to meet such a good thing... No, no, this is not a good thing! I almost died, and I just got it. As long as there is a slight mistake, I guess I will die without a burial place! This kind of thing isn’t good at all!" "It's just that the prince has given too much! He really gave it to me. My god, the prince is serious! It's a pity that the prince is going to die. But if the prince doesn't die, he probably won'

"I do want to do what you just said, great King. But I can't leave when you need my help. Tell me what the Cursed is and how to find it and I'll gladly relieve you all of it." "So kind..." "How can he be so selfless...?" "He wants to risk his life for us...?" Murmurings continued. "The Cursed isn't a thing but a mortal" The Priestess mumbles and stops letting her word sink into him before continuing; "he was our first King and creator. A mortal who sought power and got it. Being so powerful he killed himself and built the kingdom you see. He was called the God of the underworld. But at a time his power infiltrated his head and he started killing us. He killed and killed until he killed a God

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.

I had a family, a mate, a best friend, a pack, yet I lived like someone who was all alone in the world. To distract myself from my misery, I scrolled through social media. As I scrolled, I stumbled upon a post about Alpha Valens and shuddered. He had taken over yet another pack and the picture underneath the post made me wince. If murderous had a poster image, it would be of the prince, a man often described as a shadow of evil. Sometimes, I doubted he was real. How could one man continually conquer so many packs in such a short time without anyone stopping him? It didn’t help that there were only two or three pictures of him on the web and all the pictures looked doctored to make him look a

Not just him; in fact, all the sons of the Royal have been placed under a curse. The Royal family has been cursed by a powerful witch to die at the age of 30 without finding their true mate during the war between witches and werewolves; it is a curse that has existed in the Royal family for generations now. There is no way to break the curse as the witch who made the curse died in battle and the history about the curse or a way to break it has been wiped off. It has existed up to our 8th generation.

There were two enough in there so I just split up and stood next to him, while we were in front of his house. "Do you want to hear a story, Elona?" I secretly looked at him and I could clearly see in his eyes the pain he was hiding. I stopped asking questions and just turned my attention back to the front. "What's that?" my simple answer. "Once upon a time, there was a cursed Prince that every 12 midnight in the evening he will be an animal that everyone will be scared of. He's hiding his self to his own benefits. He already has the luxury and all--but, he's still not yet happy. " I just listened to what he was saying.

I would help my husband overcome whatever battles awaited him, because all I wanted was a happy life. As I continued reading, a strange feeling crept over me. I felt watched. My name appeared boldly in the book: MIRA. And what followed stunned me. Could I be the one to break the curse? Or the one to end the prince’s life? According to the text, I was destined for greatness and power. Whichever path I chose—Luca or Derek—I would always lead as queen. But the difference mattered: one would treat me like a queen and cherish me, pet me like a beloved child; the other would crown me yet treat me as a slave.

"You saved me with magic you shouldn't have had. You healed yourself when the placenta detached. You're doing impossible things constantly. Why? Because creation magic doesn't follow normal rules. It makes its own." "That's insane." "So is a triple bond. So is carrying a child bonded to three men. So is everything about this situation." Damon leans forward. "Keep reading. What else does it say?" Caius flips through more pages. "She tried to test it. The theory. But she couldn't. She wasn't bonded. Didn't have creation magic active. Could only research. Theorize. Hope." "Until the King killed her," I say quietly. "Until the King killed her," he agrees. "But she left everything for you. Instru

He accepted it before giving me a cold glance. He sipped from the win glass as Jessica's death was being announced. Both anger and pain engulfed my heart but I can't cry... I shouldn't cry right now. She wouldn't like seeing me cry... I left and stood with the crowd who were mourning now when last night they were just cheering even though they knew what was supposed to happen. They were never bothered the curse that was faced by his past mates and now Jessica suffered from it. Everyone was crying, telling how the Princess's warm smile would never be seen again inside the palace until we saw the alpha coughing blood before he passed out.

"So from that day on, I grew closer to Kevin. Until... I found out he was a prince. At that time my hatred spiked, imagining how stupid I was. Why am I friends with him?! I've never met the royal family before, but I kept imagining that they must be crueler than nobles! So, since I knew everything, I never wanted to see him again. "One day, while walking on a busy village street, there was a noble boy who also succeeded. survived the massacre on New Year's Eve then. He accidentally hit me, then he fell and I fell too. I was surprised because suddenly he cried and called his friends who also managed to survive. He says I pushed him so he fell and got hurt. How hypocritical isn't it?! That's w