A Dance With The Fae Prince Novels & Stories

“You expect me to wear a mask and dance while witches conspire at council tables?” Father’s eyes harden. “You will attend the dance, and you will do so with honor. There is a fitting tomorrow. Your costume must be ready.” His tone leaves no room for argument. I glance at my mother, her expression stoic. “I will go,” I say at last, my voice quiet but firm. “But not to find a mate. I’ll stand beneath the moon as Prince Lazlo of Virechant, yet make no mistake. I won’t be there hunting love. I’ll be there hunting witches.”

So I step inside. “My love,” I say softly, my voice betraying the storm inside me as I walk toward her. The man quickly rises, his movements cautious. My eyes land on his face, and instantly I recognize him. My breath catches in my throat. It’s him. The man from the photograph. The prince. Gilan. His clothes scream of wealth, of a world far different from mine. His very presence feels heavy, imposing. A man like him has everything, status, riches, power. And yet, here he is, with my Elena.

She looked downright terrified. "Jerry... h-he spoke about mates and would stare creepily at m-my arm," she fearfully whimpered. I can hear her increasing heart rate and see the water welling up in her eye. It seems as though the fear she harbours for the prince is still very raw. Hmmm, I could tell her about the rejection process... No! This fear could pose an opportunity on both our parts. "My honeycomb, I am sorry to say, but he is indeed a werewolf, but not only that." I paused for a few moments, as I reassured my scheming mind, then continued, "He is your mate."

Ives smiled as he placed his hand on the prince's hand and said, "Sure." Prince Satchell smiled and pulled Ives on the garden. Prince Satchell was tall and handsome. He put his hand on Ives's thin waist as he guided Ives to dance around the garden. Ives also went along with the prince's step. He had never thought his first dance would be the prince. He was smiling as he enjoyed the dance beside it helped him forget. They were making eye contact as they were dancing without noticing anyone in the background. Everyone could see prince Satchell looking at Ives with his eyes full of adorableness and love. They looked so peaceful and sweet when dancing together. King Raleigh stopped dancing with

His expression did not change. But his eyes lingered longer than they should. Kaizen extended his hand.“Dance with me,” he said. Raine stared at his hand, then back at him. “I don't know how to dance,” she replied calmly. Kaizen smiled slightly at her bluntness “Then I will teach you.” “That is not necessary,” she said, dismissing his words, but the prince was a stubborn one. “I insist,” he replied. Lilith spoke quietly, “It is just a dance.”

Feeling Donovan’s arm snake around my waist I side-eyed him. “This is Princess Adeline Rex. Adeline, this is Prince Nero Von Shepherd,” he said in annoyance. “Good day, sir. If you'll excuse me and my mate we would like to go into the kitchen,” I asserted and watched his eyes grow smaller as he glanced between us both. “Please save me a dance princess,” he finally said and stepped to the side. I gave him a quizzical look and said, “My dance card is full already.” Grabbing Donovan’s hand I pulled him past the pompous ass and continued to my destination.

I still haven’t sunk my canines into that fragrant neck, and already I feel hatred coursing through my body whenever someone mentions her name. Dancers enter the hall, moving to the music’s chords. The first dancer I know well. She’s fae—her blood is a bit cloying, too thin—but she’s always good entertainment when I need it. She comes for money, like the others. They’re well paid for the blood they leave in our stores, and when they want a bonus, they dance to catch our attention. “Is the prince hungry?” she asks in her thin, irritating voice.

He bowed, placing his hand over his heart and returned to his family quickly as I saw his father, who was dressed very similarly, slap the back of his head. I was passed between a few different courtiers next and they all seemed to blend together. Before I could ask for a break though I found myself spun toward a tall white fae who was dressed in a bright golden rabbit mask. His hair was pure white to match his suit and his eyes were a bright red that I swore reminded me of Hectyr and Wulda. “May I have your next dance my queen?” His hands took mine delicately as he dropped to one knee. He wasn’t nearly as old as everyone else I had danced with so this was going to be a very comforting chang

"Dance with the prince? She thought to herself feeling overwhelmed. The prince stood infront of her and gently pulled her arm. He led her to the middle of the room where there was an open space. A beautiful music was serenading their moment of pleasure. The prince was really charming. He hold her very close to him. She felt the warmth she never felt before. It was her first time to get closer to the man. The smell of his expensive cologne melted her heart. The prince was handsome and gently. He swinged her gently holding her waist with both his arms. There was a moment of magic. Their hearts beat faster and they were silently looking at eat other. Her heart raced and she averted her gaze cry