The King Of Curses 소설 & 이야기

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.”

“Every time I touched a woman, she died.” His eyes burned into mine. “Not just once. Every single time. The moment my skin met theirs, the beast inside me ripped them apart. I never meant to. I never wanted to. But it happened. Again and again. Until they branded me with the name that still follows me.” His lips curled with disgust. “The Cursed King.” I sat frozen, breath trapped in my lungs.

A faint warmth seeps through the glass, crawling up my wrist like tendrils of cold fire. “You must be clever,” she warns. “The King is no ordinary Lycan. His curse is tied to ancient magic, to blood spilled by witches long before your pack existed. This”—she touches the vial—“enhances the curse. Speeds it. Unleashes it.” “And it will kill him?” I ask. “If he doesn’t kill himself under the madness first.” Her smile is slow, wicked. “Either way, he will not stand.” My breath comes out harsh.

She got off and walked to the window, her eyes gazed into the moonlit sky. "Your father was from Russia. He was about three hundred years old when he met me," she said without taking her eyes off the darkness. "And...his family is one of the most powerful royal families in the vampire world." "A royal?" I said. "He wasn't just a royal," Mom added. "He was, in fact, a crowned prince." My jaw went a slack. I honestly didn't know how to react to this. "I suspected that as much," Octavia murmured to herself but still loud enough for my ears.

Baron said, his hands caressing an orb on the hand rest of the chair he sat on. "Reveal? What do you have to reveal?" Oswald raised a brow, realizing this might be as serious as Baron was portraying it to be. Baron sighed heavily, placing the orb in his hands and muttering a spell. The orb is encircled in emerald-colored mist, and an obscure figure appears within the orb. "It's a curse. Your brother, the Alpha King, has it." Oswald stared back at the orb in horror, wondering what more Baron was going to tell him about the curse.

She felt it was her responsibility, but she also knew she couldn't fight them alone, but she needed help from others, she thought. She used her curse which was "cursed speech". She was able to make something happen with just a word. If she was to say die to anyone they would die instantly, but that depends on how strong the soul of the person was. She used her cursed speech to curse three swords, that can be used to kill anyone that was cursed, with a stab in the chest. She wanted to do more but she couldn't, the cursed energy was too heavy for her mortal body to behold. The three she did take a toll on her body and she lost her voice. She wasn't able to speak or talk again since that day.

she added, find reason outside. There, everything cover in white, but her mind play the memory of that premonition, of how this whiteness turn red in an instant. "Something's so devastating it risk the Alphas lives!" Shock, he look back, eyes bearing with hope. "You..." That strange her, was she just saw relief in in his eyes? "I am the King," he said, now with calm bearing. "The Alpha of all Alphas... So who dare to claim the destiny and fate to create chaos in this world?" He chuckled so happily that confuse her even more.

"Maybe crossing worlds awakened some hidden ability. Do not worry. As long as I have something to eat, you will not be in danger." We had barely rested since arriving in this world, and that night I lay in bed recalling everything I knew about the original novel. The Demon King was named Lucien Desrosiers. He was tall, powerful, and cursed in childhood by the holy orders. On the fifteenth of every month, the lust-curse devoured him. If he did not use a hundred women to ease it, his own power would tear him apart. Poor man. Fortunately, he had met me. Otherwise, his curse would never have been solved.