The King Of Curses 소설 & 이야기

A voice — deep, ancient, hungry — rolled through the darkness. “You defy me again, wolf.” Cole’s teeth bared. “Damn right I do.” The ground erupted. From the fissures rose the shadow of a man — tall, faceless, cloaked in light and smoke. The same figure that haunted Lila’s dreams. The King of the Cursed. “Would you give your life for her?” the voice asked. “Yes.” “You would give your soul?” “Yes!” Cole roared. The figure tilted its head, almost amused. “Then bleed for her.”

My eyes were wide, watching Brum walk out of sight only to call my name. I ran after him, reaching him to grab his arm, needing him to explain, please. “Why, what will happen to him, is that even possible?” I asked, really needing to know. A king could not just give away his position, it was impossible. He was ordained by the moon goddess herself by making him the firstborn of a king, there was no taking that away. Unless….. “The king does not want to pass on the curse. When the war is over, he will….”

She lowered her voice, “During the bonfire, the king will choose a mate. It's said that the king was cursed by a warlock, that is why he has not found his mate, so he will alter to a temporary mate as he needs to birth an heir to the throne.” My heart thudded heavily in my chest. Oh bloody hell! They don't know that the king have found his mate, and tonight…tonight, He will announce me as his mate and the one to bear his successor. My palms itched, and I dropped the cloth in the bucket to rub my palms together. “Why was the king cursed?” I asked. Joanne raised her palm in the mid air, “That I don't know, and I suggest we don't say more on that topic since it's unallowed.”

“You know, I’m not as bloodthirsty as some centuries ago. Yeah, yeah, your grace. I’m Reive Eridanus Castro-Firel. The one called the Undead King.” Reive heard the duchess gasp. He cast a bored look at her and said, “Unfortunately, you won’t be able to tell this to anyone, though you still have quite a lot of time. I’ll personally make sure you live longer. But bear in mind: as soon as you say or write my name in an attempt to reveal the truth, the curse will begin to act faster.” In the witch’s eyes, there was increasing despair, mixed with black rage. Reive stood up from the armchair and came slowly up to her. A cruel satisfied smile was fixed on his face. Like an animal that had brought i

“About 5 years passed and the wealth ancestor finally found his mate, an alphas daughter from a clan from over the seas, they combined packs and went about trying for a child. Then on the day the couple had announced that after countless tries that had finally conceived an heir, the once young lady who had fled years before returned, much older and vastly more powerful, in the time she vanished from existence she went and found a very powerful coven and began increasing and learning how to use her powers. She cursed the couple and their unborn child to never be able to produce female heir and to do so the child ill die on her 15th birthday, she cursed them with a generational curse which is

There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde. "What gives that bitch the right to be your wife? She even got one of your kidneys," Carmen snarled as she caressed the two jars. "That's why I took it out. I'm returning it to you now. What I can't have, I won't let anyone else have either. My godfather will be here soon. He'll kill all of you to avenge my father!" There was a glimmer of love in Evan's eyes as he stared at my head in the jar. He reached into his pocket and gripped the scalpel inside tightly.

"The truth, King Liam, is that your mother, Circe, cast a curse upon the entire kingdom before her demise. She vowed that love would never take root in these lands, and your life became the price paid for such a promise. We, the spirits, accepted her offering. We accepted the curse, for it was paid in blood." The words hung in the air, a revelation that sent ripples through the fabric of reality itself. The ancient spirits, bound by an age-old pact, had woven the threads of a curse that cast a shadow over the kingdom. "The curse dictates that the kings of this realm shall never know love. Whenever a king in this lineage dares to love, consequences will unfold," the spirit continued, its voic

The curse was tightening again , slow, invisible claws digging through blood and bone. The healers called it the Elder Rot, a sickness born of the first Lycan blood. They said it came to every king who ruled too long without balance, a reminder that even power must bow to nature. I ruled for twenty years. And now my body reminded me that I was only flesh pretending to be more. But I wasn’t ready to surrender , not to death, not to the council, not to the storm queen who had once been my wife. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Curse Within

Kade King A curse in broad daylight, flung at a king, with a heart so broken, it stunned me. Not because she wished evil upon me, but because of the raw misery in her eyes. Do I truly make her feel that miserable? That unsafe? Her curse troubled me the least, if at all. I am a king blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. Any dark omen meant to befall me was already stripped of its power during my rites at the Moonspire Citadel. But her tears… her tears shattered something inside me.

My words were not more than a ramble to my own ears, but I was antsy and terrified of what would happen if I was taken back to Ryker. To my horror the man shook his head. “The Lycan king demands your presence.” My words stumbled over my throat, before I craned my neck around and swallowed down the sharp taste of blood in my mouth. Confused, I asked, “If I may ask, where am I please?” With a mocking smile and a sneer the man leaned in and said, “you are in DAGHA, the kingdom of Lycans and our king.”