Cursed: a purely fan made story based off of "Tiger's Curse" By Colleen Houck

Disclaimer: I do not own "Tiger's Curse". The following story is purely fan made. "Tiger's Curse" is copyright to Colleen Houck. "Tiger's Curse", characters, names and related indicia are Colleen's. This fan fiction is provided for entertainment purposes and in respect to Colleen.

Hello reader! And thank you for clicking on my story!

I just recently finished reading "Tiger's Curse" by Colleen Houck and was absolutely blown away by how awesome it was. Reading through some comments on it I realized that a lot of people have compared it to "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer. Most say it's even better. I'd have to agree. And this is why:

For me, the most disappointing thing about the "Twilight" series was the promise of "Midnight Sun", the book entirely written in Edward's POV or (point of view).That book was never released….

So that's where I got my idea to write a COMPLETE story of "Tiger's Curse" in the re-telling of Ren's point of view.

I'm going to try my hardest to make sure the story stays true to the characters and events.

Please Enjoy

I stood before the three of them. My hands bound. Tired. Beaten. But I stood tall despite all that had happened to me. After all, a prince should never shows weakness, ever.

The three before me were my brother, my betrothed, and the man who had me beaten. Surrounding me where pillars of white, cold hard marble floors, and the jungle. The Jungle that that dare not even whisper at this moment. There was sound in the room though. The quiet clinking of Lokesh's jeweled rings against his golden throne. That and the deafening sound of my heart pounding in my chest.

I stood there a long time, unaware of how time moved, because to me, the muints felt like hours. Standing there in the silence made me realized how badly my body ached. How my tired legs begged for relief that would never come. Because I wouldn't allow them to show weakness. I could not show weakness to this man.

My only reassurance, the one thing that kept my temperament cool, was the stone amulet that lay against my chest. The item that reassured me I was the Prince of the Mujulaain Empire.

I stared up at them with a determined gaze. Only Lokesh would return my stare. My brother nor my betrothed not even dare look at me.

Struggling to keep my composure I finally spoke, "Why have you-my soon-to-be-father- treated me with such…inhospitality?"

Lokesh, with a smug grin on his face replied, "My dear prince, you have something I desire."

"Nothing you could want can justify this. Are our kingdoms not to be joined? Everything I have has been at your disposal. You needed only to ask. Why have you done this?"

Lokesh's smile reflected that of a great jungle cat hunting its prey. "Plans change. It seems your brother would like to take my daughter for his bride. He has promised me certain remunerations if I help him achieve this goal."

I then turned my attention to Yesubai, who would not look at me. She kept her head bowed making sure our eyes would not meet. Our marriage was supposed to bring happiness to both our lands, to bring forth peace. But apparently while I was away tending to overseeing our military, Kishan was watching more than just the kingdom.

I took another step twards Lokesh, showing no fear and called out, "You have fooled us all. You are like a coiled Cobra that has been hiding in his basket, waiting for the moment to strike."

I faced not only Lokesh now but my brother and betrothed as well and cried out, "Don't you see? Your actions have freed the cobra and we have been bitten. His poison now runs through our blood, destroying everything."

Lokesh laughed at my bold statement and in return spoke, "If you agree to surrender your piece of the Damon Amulet, I might be persuaded to let you live."

"To live? I thought we were bartering for my bride?"

"I'm afraid your rights as a betrothed husband have been usurped. Perhaps I haven't been clear. Your brother will have Yesubai."

I clenched my jaw at this, taken back by what threat he was unleashing. "My father's armies would destroy you if you kill me."

Lokesh laughed again, this time his laugh was more sinister. "He certainly would not destroy Kishan's new family. We will simply placate your dear father and tell him that you were victim of an unfortunate accident. Of course, you understand, that even if I should allow you to live, I will rule both kingdoms. And if you defy me I will forcibly remove your piece of the amulet."

KIshan, speaking for the first time since I arrived said, "I thought we had an arrangement. I only brought my brother to you because you swore that you wouldn't kill him. You would only take the amulet."

Lokesh glared at Kishan. "You should have learned by now that I take whatever I want. If you would prefer the view from where your brother is standing, I would be happy to accommodate you."

With that Kishan did not speak, or look at me. He only shifted in his chair and looked away, keeping silent.

Lokesh continued on haughtily "No? Very well, I have now amended our former arrangement. Your brother will be killed if he does not comply with my wishes, and you will never marry my daughter unless you hand over your piece of the amulet as well. The private arrangement of ours can easily be revoked, and I can have Yesubai married to a different man of my choosing, maybe an old sultan to cool her blood. If you want to remain close to Yesubai, you will learn to be submissive."

With that Kishan touched the amulet under his shirt and looked at his brother.

A prince submits to no one.

Both Princes stayed quiet, only their unspoken agreement passing between them.

"So be it." Lokesh yelled, rising to his feet he drew a knife. Lokesh yanked up my sleeve a quickly and forcefully drew the knife across my wrists as I grunted in pain. My blood boiled hot, oozing from the wound and spilling over my arm.

Lokesh ripped off his wooden talisman and held it to my flowing blood. Blood splattered on the amulet as it began to glow red, then glowing an unnatural white.

The light shot towards me with outstretched hands piercing my chest and tearing their way through me. It felt as if the light was ripping apart my soul. Unprepared for the agonizing pain I cried out. My body became inflamed and I felt as if I were burning alive.

I clawed at the cool unforgiving tial floors that gave me no relief from my anguish. Only to see Yesubai and Kishan attack him. Yesubai fell to the ground hitting her head. The only more powerful feeling of the flames was the feeling of my brother's grief.

That was the last I was aware of before the white flames consumed me and my consciousness drifting off unto nothing except pain.