The Cursed Prince Novel By Missrealitybites 소설 & 이야기

A small curse left her mouth as the familiar smell of english biscuits flooded her nostrils. The Icelander prince was here again! Couldn’t he get the hint already? She had no interest in him! Prita didn’t care if he had a killer body or if he tasted as nice as he looks. She didn’t like him, or his insufferable personality. Rising from where she sat on the ground, she scowled at the prince. He was too early. He should have showed up when she had locked herself away in her tomb.

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

The prince shifted, not into his sleek black wolf, but into a grey haired and bleary eyed monster. He was now the cursed prince.

I would always grumble when I was young and my dad would force me to go through every history book there is. When Alpha Miles, my father got mated to his Luna, he thought he would break through the curse and have a son but ended up having three daughters, Lucy, Kathlene, and Bianca; my step-sister. My dad was frustrated and disheartened because he wanted a son so badly, he wanted an heir, someone who will succeed in his legacy. Then in his anguish to find his son he began researching on what the "Southern curse", as referred to by everyone, was all about. And that was when he found a loophole in the curse. The curse said, "Any prince who willingly chooses to leave his pack to form a separate

She tried to lock the servant girl’s body even tighter in a protective embrace as Lord Fincher continued to speak. “That little servant girl, she is a cursed one! I saw her trying to make the pots levitate!” At the mere mention of the word ‘cursed one,’ the people around them began to whisper and ramble about. Finally, the prince himself shouted. “Liar!” “No, sire, I am not lying! I swear by the graves of my father and mother! I am telling you the truth! She is cursed! We have to kill her instantly and report this to the Capitol!”

My own heart racing at the sight of him, despite me never showing any interest in him, I didn’t have time to do so anyway, and with Nina wanting to be his wife, it would be wrong doing so, but the clench in my chest at the thought of her being with him ached with a sensation that I could not, and honestly, did not want to understand, I knew where I should be standing and I would not be betraying my friend, the girl who saved my life, for a lad that didn’t even know I existed. Prince Nathan was the current ruler of the kingdom we lived in, which was currently ruled by werewolves, as the human king decided that werewolves ruling the kingdom would be far safer than him, especially with a vampir

Laughter rippled between them and it was so cruel and twisted. “Oh, but it is,” another chimed in, eyes flashing. Panic gripped my chest as hands grabbed me, too many hands and clawed at my wrists, my ankles, forcing me down despite thrashing hard but their grip was ironclad. “She dared accuse the Princes,” a girl hissed, stepping forward. “They don’t kill, you stupid human. They’re cursed because of an unfortunate circumstances that happened, not murderers and I will be the one to cure that curse and marry him”

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.

another answered. A pause. Then, quieter—closer now, almost thoughtful: “Look at the wounds.” Fabric shifted. Hands moved—not rough, not gentle either. Efficient. Her sleeve was pulled back just enough to expose torn flesh beneath, the bite marks jagged and deep, edges darkened with drying blood. One of them exhaled softly. Not shock. Recognition. “That’s not clean.” “No,” the second voice agreed. “It’s not controlled.” “Unstable?” “Has to be.”