The Cursed Prince Series Novels & Stories

bad servant owl:- why you talk like a drunk man prince:- I want to go for a drink. in the meantime, there was a princess of curses fate. what siting over a broken wall, her dress is royal and fancy, her hair is yellow, she can seduce any man just by one look. her hand nail was red and it was not artificial, she was depressed. someone shows up after 15 min, it looks like they were secret soldiers from an enemy nation who know for extremely worshipping demons and devils.

"My mate was torn between his desire and the throne, and I guess I wasn't enough. He chose the throne. I watched helplessly as he pushed me to the curb, knowing I would never be able to move on. On the morning of his wedding, I met with him under a binding vow circle and begged him to stop hurting me. But he dismissed the ache in my heart. Without thinking, I uttered words I didn't even realize were laced with magic, and those words became his reality. In guilt, I tried to fix what I did. But the prince refused my aid. I was young then. So I believed that he despised me for what I had done to him. In my latter years, I realized the prince held on to my curse because he believed he deserved i

“The curse must be addressed.” Theon’s jaw tightens, but he says nothing. His Lycan stirs, a quiet rumble in the back of his mind, not yet demanding to surface but unwilling to be ignored. Another elder folds his gnarled hands on the table. “Prince or not, Alpha or not, your bloodline carries a mark now. A mark the pack whispers about.” His pale eyes narrow slightly. “They call the young prince the cursed one.” The insult hangs in the air like smoke.

Prince Harold, angrily and shrieked: What is wrong with you, let one of you answer, the curse be upon you and him, did you cut your tongues, what is happening and the curse is here Lisa and Peter hesitate: Prince He interrupted them, opening the door to the room, to let Maxus out, arranging his clothes and smiling at his sides, his smile disappearing as soon as he saw his angry brother. Maxms faintly: Harold, what are you doing here? Prince Harold in anger: What the hell are you doing, did you just do it to her Maxmus, you break the rules for all the curses cold maxims: You have nothing to do with this, what brings you here? Prince Harold angrily:

As Prince Dakar got out of the car, he pocketed his keys and walked hurriedly into his castle. The wind was blowing gently and his hair was being tossed around as he walked in. Camper leaned against the car and stared at Dakar's receding back. “Have I ever seen Prince Dakar like this?” he asked himself aloud with his arms crossed. He had this deep assertion that Dakar and Avril knew each other. And had something for each other. But how would he find out more? Dakar was a closed book. Could it be that he was lying about his memories? He hadn't said anything about his curse since he returned. He had been lifeless but just because a human girl stepped into the territory of the pack, he changed.

The movement exposes more of his chest, the ridges of muscle painted with the sun’s golden hue, and I quickly avert my eyes, flustered and unsure. He doesn’t look at me as he speaks again, his voice quieter now, as though he’s confessing a burden too heavy to carry alone. "You’ve probably heard the stories... the rumors. The cursed second prince. They call it the Blood Moon Curse. Every full moon, I lose myself. The shift takes over completely... no reason, no control. Just pain, bloodlust... madness. Even when the moon wanes, the shadows remain... haunting dreams, physical agony, moments I don’t remember. Last night could’ve been... a disaster."

One book called to her—a black leather volume with no title. She opened it. Inside were symbols. Runes. Sketches of the mark that now lived on her skin. And a name: Virel. The bloodline cursed by fate. Her breath caught. There were drawings of rituals, of bonds sealed by blood, of lovers bound and torn apart by destiny. Each page seemed to hum with power, and as she turned them, her mark began to burn. “You weren’t supposed to find that,” said a voice behind her. She spun.

I opened the window, took the scroll, and gave the raven a piece of dried meat as a reward. I unrolled the parchment. It was a report on the last month, written in code. [Update on Alistair Valerius] [The Coven is in turmoil. The Prince drains the royal coffers searching for his dead wife's soul. The clans grow restless.] A small smile touched my lips. I read on. [Three days of solitude: After receiving the "relics," the Prince locked himself in the old church for three full days. Witnesses claim his grief and rage awakened the dormant ancient blood within him. During this awakening, he discovered a shocking secret.]

“If we think about it something must have happened in the Cursed Land that’s why he is coming here now.” “Looks like their plan didn’t fall through,” said Zachery. “I heard that he was looking for a little beauty in the Cursed Land who stole his heart,” grinned Crown Prince Adam. He crossed his legs and looked at the three commanders. Zachery, John, and Kevin turned to look at him. “So, tell me, is it Ruby that he’s looking for?” asked the Crown Prince Adam who was leaning his head into the palm of his hand. The three men’s eyes widened, and silence came into the room.

Cursed with the blood of a witch and bound to the earth until the curse was broken. Ariel felt something shatter in him. The screams that left his mouth were nothing short of unnatural. He screamed as his bones cracked violently and his skin tore. The pain ripped through him from the inside and he watched as his lords shrank back, terror in their eyes. A new voice rippled in his head, and for once, for once in his life, he knew what it was to tru;y be afraid. The prince shifted, not into his sleek black wolf, but into a grey haired and bleary eyed monster. He was now the cursed prince.