The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites Novels & Stories

“Mamma?” “I’m fine. Just tired,” she mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut. Using all my strength, I tried to lift her. When I couldn’t, I reached for the pillows and fluffy blankets, pulling them off the bed, covering her small body. “My little prince,” she murmured. “He stole from you.” I didn’t understand the feelings that slithered through my veins at her words. It would take me years to finally realize it was bitterness.

Since I was a child, I had heard the whispers. There were stories of the cursed Alpha King who ruled in darkness and whose mates all died by his side. He was a man feared by every pack across the kingdom, a monster wrapped in a king’s flesh. My lips parted in horror as realization dawned on me. It was him, the Dark King. “Oh no,” I whimpered, pressing myself against the door, my heart slamming violently against my chest. “I will protect you,” he repeated. "No!” I yelled, pushing my hand forward. "I’m better off dead than coming with you.”

"I only know a little, back then when the princess was around our age, she was a avid reader of books just like you. She was responsible for the establishment of the library, she used to travel to far away lands to get books. She went on one of such trips. and she came back different, she was depressed and melancholic. The king tried to find out what was wrong with her, but she refused to talk. Eventually she started behaving weird and it gradually escalated to her condition now" "that is so sad, there isn't a cure?", Theodore asked sympathetically. Fife shook his head, "over the years, the king has called different doctors but none of them could find a cure". "I feel so sad for her, because

It is all a game of luck, because I don’t think I stand out from these women in any way. The prince walks back and drops into a high seat in front of us and motions to the male beside him. He nods and walks to the first female, grabbing her sleeve and ripping it. The sound of the tear is loud and I watch with wide eyes as she is escorted to the waiting prince and her hand held out. Keeping his eyes on her, he lowers his mouth to her wrist and he bites in. Her blood leaks out and spills, ruby red against the stark white walls and floors. The prince gulps it down while the female shudders with pleasure and my stomach turns. The tasting.

"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

She sneaks away from the ball and enters the library to gawk at the books, the girl meets the first prince in the library and rejects the princes' advances because he was engaged. This act makes him want her more. The prince grants her access to the castle to occasionally read books so that he could see her. After a while, The prince's fiancé Vivanna, who is horrible, finds out about his interest in the girl. Now, Vivanna is madly in love with the prince, but their engagement is contract-based. In one of the lines of the contract, the Prince and Vivanna agree to stay out of each other's love lives. Naturally, Vivanna mercilessly tortures the female protagonist, to the point where the prince

A broken, guttural moan tore from his throat as he came hard, flooding me with thick pulses of heat. The feeling of him spilling so deep pushed me over the edge a second later. My body clamped down around him as I came, a soft, broken cry leaving my mouth while my thighs trembled. I collapsed forward onto his chest, panting hard, still joined with him. His heartbeat thudded heavily under my ear. For a moment I just stayed there, breathing against his fur, trying to understand why my chest hurt so much. A sharp knock sounded at the door. Then the guard’s voice came through, loud and clear. “Prince Casper is here!” The panic in his voice was evident.

“Oh really? Then let me make this very clear for you, my Prince.” She walked closer, brushing invisible dust off my shoulder, her smile sugary sweet. “It’s either her... or me.” she whispered in my ears. I stayed frozen,my jaw clenched. She chuckled low. “Imagine the council’s faces when I tell them their precious prince is bewitched. That a filthy, cursed omega has twisted the crown prince's mind.” She stepped even closer, locking her eyes in mine. “Or when I tell them... their noble prince is now sleeping with a cursed beast. That he’s fallen under her dirty, vile magic!”

I could only hope for the former but from what I heard about the cursed prince, I could expect both. ‘… the cursed Alpha Prince does not sleep so he spends his nights devising new ways to torture those that dare to cross his path. If you breathe the wrong way in his presence, his Beta will bundle you out of the room to await the most painful death only a cursed prince can plan.’ “It is only natural I punish you, don’t you think?” He leaned into me, his teeth close to my earlobes so that I could feel his lips against them. “Yes,” I agreed. It was the sensible thing to do. It was what we expected of a man of his calibre.

"Come on, feel free to talk to me. Ask me any questions I'll be willing to answer them." "Can you tell me about the prince!" I demanded swiftly and her eyes widened. Swiftly, she glanced over her shoulders to the door before her gaze flicked to my side. "The prince is cursed. He's a cursed beast!" Her voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. "Cursed?" I drawled as I rolled my eyes at her. And she nodded. "Care to tell me about the curse?" I bet she would answer me with that smug look that had now sat pretty on her round face.