The Cursed Prince Series Novels & Stories

“That anyone near or close to the curse princess will die?” “Don’t be ridiculous.” “Then what’s that white stuff glowing around her. It feels like-It feels like death is coming.” The driver stumbled onto the ground. He was terribly shaking. “It’s true. I heard rumors that the cursed princess have brought destruction upon her wherever she goes. Anyone who is around her dies horribly,” said another assassin. Some of the men started to panic and scattering behind the leader. “Never mind, I don’t want her. I don’t want anything to do with her anymore,” said the driver.

“Silver Colt. The Cursed child born under the Blood Moon eighteen years ago.” Her lips moved but I saw was the Moon goddess speaking. “It's time for your awakening.” “And the world is not ready for you.”

All I want is a normal family with Marco and Octavia by my side, but it is too much to ask if you were locked in a structure of the Underworld. But what grief me the most is the stricken news of his Highness, Prince Vladimir and the fate of his human family. He was like a brother to me, but now he was gone, leaving me stranded all alone. And no one in the world could tell me what happened to his beloved human wife.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

And when he aired out his deep voice in question, it was as though he spoke into her soul. Carolyn... He had called her name with that voice and she had turned into jelly blushing solely like a fool, and now, he was in her dreams, looking as hot as ever in those black outfits. He really is a prince. Do all princes look this good? She hadn't been the type to get flustered by good looks and a 'sexy as hell' strong build because she had never had a choice in her life, but the moment she saw him, all of her principles were completely revoked. He stripped her of her senses and principles as though they weren't there in the first place.

I should be pissed at him for putting his damn dirty shoe on my jeans and yet I’m not. I don’t find it in me to hate this at all. Never in my life have I ever wanted to take my pants off so bad. His grip on my hair suddenly tightens and without any warning- again- he rams his cock to the back of my throat. I’m caught off guard and try to swallow around him when the grip on my hair gets tighter and his cock grows thicker “Fuck” he curses under his breath before putting his other hand to my head and starts thrusting in and out in a fast pace.

Prince Nathan breaking up with Princess Celine built ice between the kingdoms, and no matter how much they tried breaking it, the prince marrying his mate and choosing her over the princess only worsened the situation, making the kings hate one another more than they initially did, the marriage was supposed to be an act of peace, despite the prince and princess not knowing the werewolf king and the warlock king hated one another with everything they had in them, knowing that they were opponents against one another, Queen Beatrice had suggested a marriage to build up the relationships, the guarantee a peace between the kingdoms, but the marriage never happened, no matter how hard they tried,

"Rot in hell, cursed mongrel! My king's fire will scorch your cursed hide to ash!" The dark stone room was a warground and a shotgun was raised to head of the kneeling man. The prince didn't flinch. Instead, his eyes turned darker. "From the other side, whisper to your king. Tell him traitors may not cross my path." The prince replied in a deep rumble that was too calm for a situation like this. It was the true voice of a warrior.

Iris's POV "Hm!" "I was worried that something bad might have happened to you since you didn't show up all day and it's..." He turned and look at me. "You probably heard the rumor that the second prince of the royal family is cursed and last night it confirmed that, I am cursed..." He turned his back on me, I wondered why he is not comfortable with me right under the same roof as him, and his gesture is that of embarrassment. "Father and everyone called it, the devil in me while I called it, my taste for blood, whenever I got the urge, I go on a rampage, a war against she-wolves, I drill all the blood in the vein of whatever she-wolf that I came in contact with and I ended up killing them, I

“Because your survival… will belong to me. And the first lesson begins tonight.” Elara’s chest tightened. Fear, defiance, and the pull of the curse collided inside her, a storm she couldn’t control. She understood then—the Dark Prince was more than a hunter, more than a ruler, more than a shadow in her nightmares. He was the thread itself, binding her, shaping her fate, and claiming her survival as his own.