The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites Mga Nobela at Kwento

The prince's lifted his eyes, then returned them to the book. "Not conquest. Necessity. The girl has to be mine. Bite me or no bite me." He murmured to himself and turned another page. "One must feed and never beg." **** **** Aeryl heard those exact words in her dream.

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.

“If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have died. The curse does not negotiate. It does not make exceptions for pretty faces or soft words. You should not exist.” Elysia’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird. “I didn’t mean any harm! He permitted me! He gave me the book himself. Please, I am not a spy, I am not a thief!” The Queen began to pace, her footsteps rhythmic and haunting. Her voice rose, but it wasn't the shrill pitch of anger; it was the frantic edge of a woman seeing the foundations of her world crumble. “No one survives that library unscathed. No one survives my son’s presence when the moon is high and t

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’s not on the chair… I pause. There’s a small figure curled up in front of the fire. Frowning, I walk over and look down at her. Her hair is spread out behind her—a beautiful, ebony black, with long, glistening strands fanning out from her head. The girl is curled into a tiny ball, and even after having cleaned up and put on some fresh clothes, she still looks gaunt. I saw Princess Vivian once at a gathering for royals and nobles. She was an exquisite creature, but her eyes made my skin crawl. Still, I would have recognized her as my fated mate the moment we met.

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

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

The pain of knowing that the man I had trusted, the one who had sold Yennifer into my possession, had played a key role in jeopardizing our kingdom was unbearable. In the midst of the chaos, a message arrived, delivered by a messenger from a distant village. The message bore a seal that I recognized all too well—the symbol of the Moon Goddess, the deity we revered and sought guidance from. With curiosity and hope, I broke the seal and read the words inscribed on the parchment. "Alpha King, there is a hidden curse that shackles your destiny. Only through true love can you break free and secure the future of our kingdom." The words struck me like a bolt of lightning. A curse? Could it be possi