The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites Novels & Stories

she screamed, holding the shiny piece of glass shoe. “How did you…..” “Uhmm, I normally see those highborn wear them,” she interrupted, chuckling dryly. “Hmm, strange,” I wondered, my eyes squinted suspiciously. The strivella took me almost an arm and a leg to acquire and yet she could recognize it in a heartbeat. “Princess Julian,” Baldwin's voice echoed in my head. Could it be? No, it can't be. Alpha Cain's family were all wiped out, I know for a fact. Besides, she doesn't possess the poise to be a princess.

I can no longer go home with you. Everything faded into darkness. I must be dead now. If I die, everything will be buried with me. He will never know. He will go on with his life. Now he is the King of the Lycans, ruler of a great land. He has everything. He will be happy. Then suddenly, that familiar voice echoed again."Majori, Majori, wake up, wake up, can you hear me? Why is this happening? Rin, call the doctor, call the doctor now!"

She was older, sharp-eyed, and had a tongue like a whip, but she knew every rumor that passed through the palace. Beside her was Tessa, a young kitchen maid with a round face and a habit of slipping me extra bread when she thought no one was looking. “You’re in for it now, girl,” Maris said, tossing a damp sheet into a basket. “That princess will eat you alive if you let her. Pretty on the outside, teeth like a wolf on the inside.” Tessa leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Have you heard about the princes? They’re cursed. Some say they won’t see the end of the year.”.

Atrocious replied, rubbing an orb on the armrest of his chair. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Draco raised an eyebrow, realizing that it must be serious if Atrocious was acting this way. Atrocious was never one to think or worry so much about anything and when he does, it meant it was something to be taken very seriously. Atrocious sighed heavily, picked up the orb, and muttered a spell. The orb became surrounded by a mist of emerald color, and an obscure figure appeared within it. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, is cursed."

A wickedly handsome face, a charming smile bright enough to deceive any lady, there was no denying it, the man before me was none other than the cursed Alpha. "It seems you've heard about me." He read my mind again, but I immediately turned my face away, hiding my expression from his gaze. "You're the cursed Alpha?" I inquired for clarification purposes. I needed to be sure of what I was getting into. I had no idea why people called him cursed, but it couldn't be for a good deed. Who was he, and what exactly had he done to earn the title of being cursed? Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel the change in the air around him. He didn't like being called cursed, but then again I ne

, 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. *****

For the first time, my dreams weren't haunted by blood, screams, or the monsters from my past. I was healing, and I was beginning to feel whole again. Now the fear has returned. It's the same suffocating fear I felt the day Ronan told me about the curse. What do they say about fear again? It's the deadliest prison of them all. And somehow, I've found myself locked inside it once more. I stare at the page of the book, trying to force myself to write, but no words come. The soft creak of the door immediately pulls my attention away. His familiar cologne reaches me even before I turn around.

"A royal decree has just been broadcasted across the capital via magical projection." ​Kaelen didn't move away from me. He simply turned his head slightly toward the door. "Speak, Garrick." ​"The Crown Prince has publicly announced that the 'Mad Duke' has succumbed to his curse and violently kidnapped Lady Aurelia. He is calling it an act of treason and demonic possession. He has officially requested the Emperor to deploy the Holy Knights to 'rescue' his fiancée and purge the North." ​A heavy, dangerous silence filled the bedroom. Arthur was spinning the narrative. He was using his own humiliation to play the tragic hero, rallying an army against Kaelen under the guise of saving me.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

"Few know of the blood curse that has plagued the princes for nearly twenty years." Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Dante shot me a panicked look. "A curse that would have claimed their immortal lives," she said, voice breaking with theatrical emotion. "If not for a miracle. If not for the return of the lost prince." The room erupted in confused whispers. I scanned the crowd for Raven, needing to see her reaction, but couldn't spot her crimson dress among the sea of faces.