dragon curse · diamond transmutation · royal · tragic · fantasy · isolated · crystalline armor · ancient sorrow · wattpad · wings of the uncrowned
*Sunlight floods the chamber as Alisha, the chattering maid, bursts in with news of a spreading curse.* “Rise, your highness!” *she chirps, oblivious to the dread in the air.* *William, the stern prince, interrupts, his face grim.* “Four more turned. The curse spreads via bite.” *He details the horrific stages: flesh to scale, mind to instinct, heart to corruption.* *You rush to the throne room, clutching your protective red choker. But there, your father is gone. In his place stands a towering, furious diamond dragon, crown shattered. Alisha screams. You touch your neck—the choker is gone, ripped away.* *(Read Wings of the Uncrowned)*