The Cursed Sword Master's Harem Life Novels & Stories

So in short, sorcerers are cursed people who have the blood of a person who had acquired their power from forming a contract with a demon? And here everyone said werewolves are cursed. “I will stop Isaac,” the Master then uttered to them. “But how I will stop him is my own choice and I will not leave my mansion yet.” “Do you know what is happening above the cave?” Dominic asked to the Master whose purple eyes grew darker as he mentioned about it. “Now that he had killed the Orders, he doesn’t hesitate on who to kill anymore. There has been mountains of lives lost on his hands after he killed the last heir to the royal blood. You can still see the heads of those innocent lives on the castle’s

I know I must have bad luck because I'm the only maid the master has punished a lot,I don't know if he just likes punishing me and seeing me in pain when I am only trying to help him . But I thought he wanted to kiss me as well or was I wrong about it ,it felt as if he wanted it as well so what went wrong. I was upset ,and angry at myself for being stupid,why did I think that he wanted to kiss me, I only realized now that I was in love with the master,that was why I was acting so strange and doing stupid things ,I just wanted to console him but see where it landed me .

He said, to spite the proud sex slave. "You and I know that you're bluffing and nothing of such has happened. Have fun protecting us." She hissed and opened the door. Killian in his inner fury stormed out of the door. He and Elina hated each other and could never eat from the same plate or pass a place without the stench of hatred brewing between the two of them. "Strip." The master spoke after he had sipped from his wine glass. He still held some fury against his father, his kingdom, and certainly, his new wife. He had never met her before but he was already beginning to loathe her. Her presence would make his life miserable.

That I was to be the pack's historian, so I must take special classes at what they called the Artamas Academy School for the gifted. My first memory of Artamas. I was small, so small. I walked in with Esmerelda holding my hand. We walked into a Library of sorts. It looked old, though, nothing like the library at the packhouse. There was a small blonde-haired boy with the most piercing blue- almost ice-colored eyes. Maybe a year older than me. He was doing a puzzle. Every time he got the piece wrong, he winced as if being shocked. He smiled at me, a smile so bright it took my fear away. This place made me want my mother. She left me. She didn't want me. No one wanted me. That is what they tol

Big and dangerous that will no doubt have grave consequences for us all. Especially the one who has hired us all to this Facility. He is mad with a desire for eternal life. He has mages visit us sometimes to do different experiments on the Subject. What they do to him is beyond me. It sometimes appears back in its room with strange black markings on its body. After a few days though; the markings just disappear. This place fills me with dread, and I don’t know how much longer I can continue to work for these kinds of people. The work here greatly tests one’s faith in God.

This was the King's Blade and most powerful warrior, the one they call the cursed alpha, though most won't speak his name aloud. Stories say he's killed thousands in battle and that every woman chosen as his mate has died within weeks or even days. They say death follows him like a shadow wherever he goes. The ceremony began shortly, with the High Priestess leading ancient chants. Sara and I moved through the rows refilling crystal goblets with wine until disaster struck when another server collided with me. Wine splashed across the floor in a crimson pool as glass shattered all over the floor. The chanting stopped and every eye turned toward me while my heart stopped beating.

Thalia's eyes widened when he ran a finger down her chest and stopped right above her pelvic area "Have you forgotten I own you?" Owner her? How? Was she his property or something like that? Surely Natalia wasn't sleeping with Dominic too. Was she? Three men at the same time? Was she insane? "No. I haven't forgotten" "Good." Dropping his hand, he stepped back. "You'd better remember that the next time you open that mouth. My men will stay where they are until you find out where Orlando is. Understood"

Maria was about to ask one of the guards about the reason why they were allowed to enter the mansion when at that moment Master Quintan walked down the stairs. Maria looked at her Grandfather and bowed. Master Quintan said gently " Come upstairs Maya I need to talk to you" Maria nodded without hesitation and followed Master Quintan into his Study room. Master Quintan's study room was quite simple, consisting of a chair, a table, some important documents, some relics that were encased in enforced titanium glass and an ordinary-looking sword that stood beside the table. One would know that this sword was known as Heaven's Edge the oldest and most powerful sword in the Whole of somerland. The s

I told you not to come if you didn't kill the doctor Sorry master the nurse punish the alarm before she die I punish those who fail me Yes master punish me,am a bad girl Yes you are Master came close to me and bit me,it was painful like hell Master please stop Before I know it master look at me and shout No one tell me to do So sorry master Master was angry he took me to his castle and take me to a room stay here am coming Master left and I was crying

The crown hits the marble floor with a sharp clang just before my father’s body does. The hall erupts in screams. I want to shout, to rush over to him, but my voice sticks in my throat. All I can do is watch the blood pool beneath his throne, creeping toward me. The soldiers kneel, but not for the king—for her. Queen Lunice, my grandmother. “Long live the Queen,” they chant, their voices hollow and obedient. Her eyes meet mine. Those dark, ancient, endless eyes hold me in place across the years. “No male heir shall survive,” she whispers. “The curse has already begun.”