Novel & Cerita 7 Princes

This was known as the holy war. The seven children played a great part in bringing despair to not only mankind but the heavens. From heaven's greatest angel they fell to the position of the seven princes of hell. However, with their power combined they still could not kill a god. After their defeat, Freya was eternally sealed to a holy cube. Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her.

Her nose is high, and her lips are red and full. She is the lovely princess of Elhasa Kingdom. She is watching the dancers gracefully dance in the middle. Their bodies are vigorously swaying with the accompaniment of the music instruments played by the musicians that her father, the king, hired for her twenty-first birthday, which will be happening only an hour away from now. “Your Highness.” A deep male voice called behind her. Princess Alf turned and saw a handsome knight wearing red armor standing by the door. He has a perfectly chiseled face, thick and long brows, dark red eyes and flaming red hair.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

---- Jack’s POV Morning comes early when you carry the weight of a pack’s future on your shoulders. As Alpha Prince of the Salt Rock pack and the one who will one day sit on the throne, there is no such thing as a lazy dawn. My father has been training me for years—grooming me to take over his duties so that when he steps down, the pack will not falter. The elders respect him; I want them to respect me the same way.

He leaned close to the prince’s throat, inhaling deeply. “That pulse,” Velis whispered, lips brushing his captive’s skin. “That scent. Familiar. Too familiar.” Caelum jerked his head aside, jaw set in defiance. “I am The Crown Prince of the Ashan Federation. The last of my line. You think me weak? You butcher, you carrion lord—you murdered my father, my brothers, in the War of Crimson Eclipse!” His voice cracked, fury and grief in equal measure. “And still you dare to touch me.”

Whatever they wanted, they could do with me. I managed to raise my head, and my gaze connected with that of the princes. Alpha Prince Isaiah was a tough one, the eldest of them, and his defiance and cruelty whispered throughout all the kingdoms. His brothers, Damian and Caddel followed, all watching me closely, their despicable glare landing on me. They were the three princes of the Alpha King, the ruthless King of our werewolf city, and of course, his sons took after them. They, all of them - beasts, were friends of my stepfather, and they all waited to devour me.

Just wanting her to be happy. “You still don’t understand.” Savvy says, white as a sheet as she stares off into space. “Elijah is a Prince of Werewolves and Witch Kingdoms. The one who will be taking the seat of power from his father, the next King of Werewolves, is turning eighteen. All of the Elders will be here for the ball tonight.”

I cleared my throat, making him say, “Are you sure about this today or will you leave again?” “What is your name, Sir?” I asked the first thing I want to know adding the gesture, I would have added if he was my boss. “You don’t know my name?” he asked, and I can see that he is shocked from his tone. “I may have forgotten. What is it?” I asked him again. “I am Prince of Ivaan, and you don’t know my name?” he asked, turning around to stare at me. “Prince? What Prince?” I asked him in shock with wide eyes, and he stared back at me with wide eyes.

My parents all gave me hugs. “The same night Elentari was born, we gave birth to another. We were told he was stillborn, but have come to find out he was not. Today we are proud to introduce you to Aranelda Tirisil, Prince of Faerl.” Alaric announced Aran. I clapped and smiled for him as he walked forward and gave a small wave.

Kingston answered casually and hated himself for it. “Lust… Lust, you say? That’s not what you said last night while thrusting inside me,” she snapped and grabbed his arm to turn him around. “Kingston Rossdale, turn and look at me, you bastard!” “There’s nothing more to add to this story, Your Royal Highness. We need to be realistic here. I’m your bodyguard, and you’re the Crown Princess, the heir to the throne of Deltora. What we had was one night and we need to leave it at that,” Kingston told her firmly, trying not to choke on his own words.