All Chapters of Princess and her four Princes : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Bethany~  As soon as Mosley sees me approaching his table, he stands and sits all at once. I’m not sure what to make of that. Was he about to run? What happened to the chilled ice elemental I saw back at the Alpha hall a couple of days ago? When I take a seat, he stands and walks to the nearest serving area without a word. And since I can feel the weight of Jayan’s and Asad’s stares on my back, I pretend I know why the ice elemental stood up as I sit and wait for him, watching him through the corners of my eyes. Finally, he returns with a tray of food, which he drops on the table before taking a seat opposite me. “Need something, Metrov?” He asks, clearing his throat. “I have a proposal for you.” That clearly isn&rsq

~Olyon~ What I feel is so new, fascinating, unique, and enticing. I would never have believed that I would ever feel this way for someone. As the Vel Morin, a rare type of incubi, I’m tasked with keeping, protecting, and monitoring dreams that are regarded as “Praecipus”. So, most of my time is spent in Velthra, sieving through dreams and watching the mortal world as my never-ending responsibility continues nonstop. A lot of things happen in this plane of existence. Aside from watching out for dreams, I have to keep several creatures from gaining entrance into people's minds from here to prevent wreaking mental havoc on innocents. In other words, I prevent creatures like nightmare liches, amongst others, from gaining access into Velthra long enough to access people's unconscious minds. Since my life has revolved around my duty as Vel Morin, I never thought the gods would ever give me a mate. Not with the catastrophic repercussions that would follow if I fall short of carrying ou

~Bethany~  I don’t know how much time passes before I’m brutally wrenched back to the dusty store room, choking back a sob. The side of my face is sticky with cold blood. So is the hair plastered against my cheek. Trying to keep my groan to a minimum in case someone is outside the room or within the corridors, I sit up and grimace at the amount of dark blood pooled around me. That’s certainly enough to kill a normal person.  When I reach up, my head is tender, but at least the wound is gone. That’s the one perk to my type. Unfortunately, my face, hair, and clothes are all stained with blood. If I pass any vampires on the way back to my dorm, they’ll think I’m advertising a free snack. I glance around the dusty room helplessly.

~ASAD ~ She lied to us. I’m sure of it. That scent of blood was all over her back at the pastry house. It was lingering in her hair. Still, she brushed off any concern about her safety. Something happened to make her bleed. I could perceive the magic in her blood. Blood Fae are not vampires; we only possess the ability to scent magic in one’s blood. Blood powers our magic, whether we drink it or infuse it into our spells. I’ve never actively craved the scent of someone’s blood before. But Bethany’s… My mouth waters, and I suddenly feel feverish. My damn erection won’t go down. Pushing the tracking spell I prepare for Bethany, I straighten and make my way to my mate’s dorm. All four of us have refused to move into our mate-pack apartment just because Bethany has yet to move in. It’s late. Past midnight. The “student curfew” at Crestbane is eleven thirty, but not a soul here pays attention to it, not even the instructors. Still, the dim hall I walk in is empty as I eye my surro

~Bethany~  Just like always, I'm awoken by terrifying nightmares. I go through my usual brutal morning workout routine to get my day started, followed by a quick shower right before Zuri or Hellion wakes. Last night, after making sure that the smart ass Fae, Asad Mort, wasn’t following me, I snuck out to a disreputable bar in Torah to track down the contact of a demon black market dealer. I need to obtain Foxglove shrub, a very rare and scarce spell ingredient that is highly monitored by the Noble Council due to its being a potent ingredient used in so many outlawed dark magic spells. All my digging and careful listening last night got me an encrypted number to call. I’m just glad Olyon wasn’t following me around in Velthra last night, as I didn’t sense him the entire time. He must have been busy