The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The cursed one looks even darker when she’s soaked.” Selene stood dripping, humiliation burning through her like fire. She wanted to disappear. She wanted to scream. Instead, she whispered, “I’m sorry,” and bent to pick up the broken glass with trembling hands. But the laughter only grew louder. She turned to flee, cheeks burning, and collided straight into a hard chest. Strong hands caught her arms to steady her. Selene looked up, and her heart slammed against her ribs. Prince Kai. He was tall and devastatingly handsome in a black royal tunic trimmed with silver threads. His stormy gray eyes widened for a brief second, then narrowed with clear disgust as he recognized her. He released her

My voice cracked on the words because I was certain that he did love me. Confusion marred her perfect features. “Is he sick?” Because truly, that would be the only other problem. “He's cursed.” I blurted out. “Cursed?” She sounded disbelieving. “Yes, cursed.” I spent the next few minutes explaining Brian's curse, his age, the death of his prior mates, and the future event of my possible death.

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

Emilia said, scolding me. I scowled. I decided I didn't like her. I didn't know a lot about royal rules or any rule at that. She wasn't hiding her distaste for me. And I hadn't even done anything yet. After my hair was styled, I wore a beautiful peach dress. The bodice had an intricate weaving of gold that trailed down to the full skirt. It felt a little too much for breakfast but then again, the Lycan King was royalty. He wouldn't settle for less.

Something glowing and dangerous and possibly the start of forever. But we were stuck. In a cursed forest no one could enter. With a bond that burned hotter each day. And a kingdom that had started to believe its king was gone for good. One thing was clear though. If we ever got out of this alive, I was rewriting all the fairy tales. Because mine started with rejection, sass, a shirtless alpha king... And apparently, vegetables with attitude. Day 24 of being magically marooned with the hottest shirtless brooding alpha king in Scotland. Status update:

She has Leanna’s face, her hair, her body, but she’s not Leanna. “If you are referring to the traitor’s maid, she’s in the dungeon. You remember me, right? I’m Princess Vivian. Your mate, King Cedric.” I walk over to her and see the satisfaction in her eyes. Without a second thought, I grab her by the throat and squeeze. Her eyes widen, and she makes a choking sound, clawing at my hand. “My mate? You are not my mate. Something so disgusting cannot be my mate.” She’s struggling to breathe, and I hear Bella’s voice cry out. “Let her go, Cedric! What are you doing?”

He knows it, I know it and everyone else knows it too. But here I am, placed under the leadership of Jayce Westwood himself. The one man who hates me more than anyone in this entire world. Great. Just great. ~ The Tribrid Princess and the Taste of Chaos will start serialising in early 2025. Follow me for more information! ~ Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all my beautiful Queens. May 2025 be even better ~ Love, Muse

Despite the scary fight going on infront of me, my mind managed to be swamped with many other things, different smells began to hit my nose and the thoughts bothering me were quite unclear. He managed to throw Brenda off balance, sending her sprawling across the ground. He pounced on her, his powerful jaws snapping dangerously close to her throat. Brenda growled and twisted, she twisted free and lashed out, catching him off guard. She took advantage of the momentary lapse, darting away from him and towards the edge of the cliff. She paused, her eyes locking onto mine, filled with a mix of hatred and something else—fear, perhaps? "This isn't over," she growled, her voice rough and menacing, s

, I stop and look at my gown and there is no blood stain on my gown or a pile of blood on the ground. "There was blood here and here. I- I promise I-" "Get ready princess. You are about to be crowned Queen. It is time for the recognition", Tash leaves without looking at me twice and the guards follow me. I sit on the bed and take deep breaths. Is this as a result of the stupid poison? Is the drink - it can't be. No one is stupid enough to poison me. *****

, she said. "It's okay", I replied. She left leaving us in her living room. All the selves filled with books and glass bottles. It's the heritage of her ancestors. One book from self in blue hard cover caught my eye. I grabbed the book. The cover of the book fascinated me. 'The Cursed King' was written in golden cursive letters. Beautiful and ancient. I tossed the pages and started reading. 'Blood spilled all over the ground. Bodies lay lifeless. Houses burnt. Children crying.