The King Of Curses Novels & Stories

She changed everything in the kingdom including my mom's simple recipe for the royal family. I knew the moment she stepped into the grand ballroom hall with her red bareback dress as my father took her hand for a dance on the night of his birthday, my life would change. It would gradually change. But I had no idea that change was dreadful for when I turned ten, I was banished when the high priest announced to everyone at dinner, "The Alpha King's heir curse is a threat to our pack. His cure can only be found in the human world!" At that time, my stepmother was already carrying his seed, the next in line to the throne.

Those silver-red eyes when he'd moved closer to study her face and draw her scent. It was beginning to haunt her. Then, she remembered everything the world said about him. “THE KING OF FIRE. A CURSED MONSTER” “THE CONQUEROR OF NATIONS. ALSO KNOWN AS THE CURSED.” “HIS AGE DRAWS NEAR. HE MIGHT FALL FROM GLORY.” “LORD OF THE WERE-EARTH. A MONSTER TO MANY ENEMIES. HE IS CURSED.” The “cursed” ideology of him was never omitted in every mention of his name.

He didn't want to relive that. "This attraction is a curse that has been put on the three of us! It is not real love, neither is it true love. It is a curse!" Luca rolled his eyes. "So what if it is a curse?" He folded his arms. "See, that's the thing about curses; they are inevitable; you can't ignore them; they'll always come looking for you even if you don't go searching for them. And that is what's happening right now." The King shook his head. "I am done with this curse." He turned to leave.

Anderson, then at Kingston, whose hot gaze hadn’t left her since she began speaking. “You’re not on my terms, and I’m not going to agree with yours. Do you have any ideas for finding common ground? " As he inspected her from top to bottom, his gaze shouted “many,” and she tried not to lose sight of the current situation. “I have other ways to collect my dues,” Kingston remarked, her gaze shifting from her to Bill, and the threat was evident. Bill’s grey eyes meet Faith’s, half annoyed, partly terrified that she may throw him under the bus. He’d told her that if they didn’t pay back, Alexander Kingston had contacts in the underworld. He’d actually be dead.

He flicked one wrist, and the fire snuffed itself out, plunging the hollow into pure night. “You arrive smelling of failure.” Ah. He had felt it, then. “The curse took hold,” I said evenly. “Lucas fell. He grows weaker by the hour.” “But he is alive.” The King’s voice was soft. Accusing. “Alive means the curse did not finish its work.” “He will not stay alive for long,” I said. “Not now that a portion of the magic has shifted to the unborn—” A roar shook the hollow. The Demon King rose.

“We searched everywhere for you—we already thought something had happened to you, or that you’d disappeared.” “I’m fine,” I assure her, but she can’t be stopped—she’s bursting with impatience. “I can see that, but later—there’s huge news!” her eyes are wide as saucers, while Yafi stands there staring at me far too intently, deep in thought. “Can you imagine? Turns out our king was cursed! And today the curse vanished—and do you know who he turned out to be?!” Io squeals. "I think Iza knows exactly who the king turned out to be—and who he was from the very beginning—better than anyone else," Yafi finally speaks up. Io looks completely confused at first, then notices my smile and frowns, exami

“Every Alpha King has paid for his mistake?” She looked deeply into the fire before answering calmly. “No.” The answer surprised me greatly. My head lifted suddenly. “No?” She slowly shook her head. “Every Alpha King inherited the debt from the past.” She paused thoughtfully. “But not every king awakened it during his reign.” A heavy knot formed inside my stomach. “I don’t understand at all.” Again she let silence stretch between us until it almost became unbearable. “The curse sleeps quietly.” I frowned in confusion. “It lives quietly inside the blood of every king born from Blackstone.”

“I’m not going to leave you here.” Corrin walks closer to us. He looks at me, his eyes burning with so much resentment that I can almost feel my skin burn with it. “You’re nothing but a curse. A huge misfortune descended upon us all the moment you came into the land. I thought I would finally save everyone and drive you back to the hole where you came from, but I was mistaken. You had to take the King with you. The King who hasn’t seen a single shred of sense since he brought you here. I don’t know what they all see in you. You’re a bad omen.”

The forest of the cursed held haunted creatures, from the myths of the Blood Moon Pack to the nine packs under the Alpha King's rule, but I was an exception of these unique, cursed creatures. At night, they—the acclaimed cursed ones—would lurk at the dangerous trees, whistling in the air for their mates and families alike to join them and feast on unsuspecting werewolves who drove there at night. The one that rules supreme is the cursed one of us all. We call him the Beast, but it's no secret that it is Ragal, the one and only Alpha King. I hated the fact that he was king both of the werewolves and the cursed kind. If word got out about the things he did there at night, heads will roll and t

"Quiet!" Then, the world went silent. The massive gates of the Citadel didn't open; they exploded outward, driven by a gust of wind so hot it singed the eyebrows of the guards. Out of the smoke stepped a nightmare wrapped in the skin of a god. King Silas Vane. The Butcher of the Seven Realms.