The Cursed King

Alastair Lorcàn, son of the moon goddess. He was born out of love from her mother, the moon goddess, and his father, the moon goddess's servant. As a demi-god, he was powerful from childhood and special from the other demigods. When he turned three years old, he received a special gift from his mother, a realm of his own. A realm out of reach from the sun yet with the ability to produce life from the moonlight. His mother used to say, he has a special gift and that he is the first of their kind. For him, he wasn't as special as his mother, who ruled the night, but as he grew older, he understood the meaning of his mother's words. At the age of fifteen, he transformed into a wolf, and one year from King that he transformed into a Lycan. With his new form came the ability to create others of his kind. He created his pack from his hand, a pack he loved and cared for with all his heart. He was happy but even with so many people around him, he was lacking something. Since his childhood, he saw the love of his mother and father and wished for nothing but a love like that. And this desperation for love turned into the cause of his destruction. During one of the parties thrown by the King of Hell, he fell for the child of the night. The girl was beautiful in his eyes. Her flaming red eyes reminded him of hell. Her pale skin highly contrasted against her ginger hair. Her addiction to blood was nothing but adorable in his eyes. He fell for her deep and hard. The girl loved him too, and so she married him, yet her craving for sin won over his love. When she first betrayed him with another man, she felt guilty but with time it became a guilty pleasure. She betrayed him again and again in the name of hunting. She slept peacefully in his arms after being with another man. What she never thought was that she would fall for that other man. Slowly but surely her dead heart started palpitating for him, the one of her kind and her dirty little secret. She believed she could fool her husband until on the night of their marriage anniversary she got caught. The King was livid to find out his woman under a stranger. He lost all sanity under her betrayal. He roared in anger and dug the man's heart in front of his wife. The woman cried out as her beloved crumbled into dust. In her anger, she cursed his eternal darkness. "Just like how I've lost everything, you'll lose your everything. You'll watch your loved one crumble into dust with your own eyes. You'll never see the light in your life. I, hereby, curse you to eternal darkness," she cursed him. He watched in anguish as she crumbled to dust. He watched as his once beautiful pack collapsed into nothing but dust, leaving him all alone. He collapsed to the ground. He howled to his mother, the moon to end the pain. Being left with nothing, he lost the will to live. Who would he live for? And with that pain came anger. He lost control of his anger and went on rampant. He destroyed the houses he once built with his pack. "My beautiful child," amid the destruction, his mother came to him. She took him in her arms and cried with him. Seeing her only child losing his sanity, the moon goddess couldn't sit still. But her power was useless for him. She couldn't bring his pack back nor could she create a new pack for him. She couldn't do anything, so she went to Moirai. (Moirai or also known as the Fates, are the daughters of Erebus and Nyx. They are three sisters who thread fate. The Clotho determines the fates of every mortal, Gods, and titans. She is a beginner in life. Lahkesis measures the thread, determining how long a mortal, God, or Titan's life span would be. Atropos cuts the thread, ending the life. I hope this helped you understand a little about them.) The Moirai do not have the power to bring the dead back to life so they could not help her. But they suggested to her after looking at his thread, "his soul is damaged beyond repair. If this continues, even this would disappear." "What should I do?" Moon goddess asked. "Half of his soul is remediable but if it stays with him, it would be tainted too. The only way to save him is by breaking his soul in half. With your power, we can heal it and by threading the wheel of fate I can make another life with it. Only his other half, his soulmate, would be his redemption. The only one who can save him from his demise." The thread of fate was weaved by Clotho and thousands of years later his other half came to life in the form of a human. *** A/n: I'm excited to write this one. The idea of writing it was rotting away in my diary and after playing with the plot multiple times, I decided to finally upload it. But before we get started, you should know a few things- The updates will be slow because I'm working on two more books. And unlike my other story, the smut in this one would be vanilla. I want their story to be sweet, heartbreakingly beautiful, and freaky-less (if you know what I mean). xxpriyaxx