The Cursed Prince Series Novels & Stories

His eyes were intimidating. Rina stepped back quickly into the kitchen. Her heart pounded. In the back of the kitchen, a servant girl whispered, “They saw you.” “No, they didn’t,” Rina said. “They did. I swear it. Both of them. Especially the quiet one.” “Stop,” Rina said firmly. “Nothing happened.” “They’re princes, Rina. You’re… you know.” “I’m cursed. I know.” The girl fell silent. Later that night, Rina sat alone in her tiny room.

Not if she married into this family. I shifted my gaze to the front steps of the palace. There he was Prince George. He stood tall, cloaked in elegance, but I could see the tension in his shoulders, the tired glint in his eyes. He looked like a man trapped between two worlds, and I knew exactly why. He was not just standing at the altar of royalty. He was standing at the edge of a curse.

“I need you to answer me, Sule. What is it you are hiding?” Darius stood eyeball to eyeball, facing Sule. He was desperately trying to restrain himself. His temper was fast-rising and his wolf was threatening to burst out. Sule noticed, so he took another inch to the side, away from the prince’s side. Then he spoke up, “I believe a series of events have happened. We ignored them when they started but right now, I am pretty certain it’s the curse.”

She choked on her cereal when Carrie mentioned that Lucian was the only demon. Carrie continued, explaining about kingdoms and princes. "Each genus has an overall leader called a prince or princess, and a special area within the school grounds called their kingdom. Sloan Carson is the princess of the witch kingdom." She mentioned the four princes: Torvin Greywood, the werewolf prince; Adrian Quill, the mage prince; Vyr Machiavelli, the vampire prince; and Lucian Umbra, the demon prince. Zeda couldn't help but chuckle at Carrie's dreamy expression as she called them "hot." "Did you need to add 'hot' while naming the princes?"

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."

The name parents used to scare their wayward children. The Alpha Prince was the last child of Queen Valencia and King Thomas, the last rulers of werewolves. The prince was cursed to wander the earth with his people so for the past century, he conquered packs and expanded his territory in search of the person to break his curse. The last we heard of him, he hadn’t even been on our continent but then he wouldn’t be Prince Valens if he didn’t surface when least expected. “Are we prepared for him?” What pack was ever prepared for a takeover by the Cursed Alpha Prince?

Our foreheads were touching as he replied, “Why do you have to make it so damn hard, Celia? I cannot reveal everything right now” The musky scent of his cologne was making it hard to stay sane. His silver eyes were fixated on mine as he studied my face. “Why can’t you? You are a lycan prince for fuck’s sake” “I am cursed, Celia. You know that” “Not just you. Every lycan is cursed…or whatever is left, the four of you…”

The king shushed her, "shh, please stop beating yourself up. I don't want your health to be affected. Everything that happened was done by Meela. She solicited the help of a dangerous witch who cursed Kathy. That was the reason we all hated her. I am even appalled by the fact that I almost hung someone to death, how much more the fact that she is our princess. But I know we were all under the influence of the witch's curse. I feel better that she is with Mason. Everything surely makes sense now. The prophecy said that she would marry Mason but because of the curse, Mason ended up asking for Athena's hand in marriage. However, he broke free when he saw Kathy being hung to death. At first, I c

"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.

Born of royal wolf and royal lycan blood, her existence bore the weight of an ancient curse—an ethereal shadow that clung to her soul, intertwining her destiny with the mysteries of the night. This unnamed princess, shrouded in the moon's radiant light, navigated the intricacies of her dual heritage. The curse, a spectral presence within her, cast a shadow upon her lineage, marking her as an anomaly in the tapestry of royal bloodlines. Yet, despite the darkness that lingered, her spirit remained untouched by the curse's malevolence.