American Prince Novels & Stories

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.”

I searched the party hoping to catch a glimpse of his annoyingly handsome face. When I saw him earlier, I couldn't help the fluttering in my chest. He looks so hot in a dark red suit and a bow tie, his hair was styled expertly making him look indeed like royalty. Domenic Darkshadow, that prick! Why can't I just get over him already since he decided to be nothing but a dick! "Who is the bastard you're talking about?" Sarah asked curiously. In such short time, we have become really good friends. "Prince Domenic of course!" I snapped and she gasped looking around anxiously.

He had strong, veiny arms and had porcelain skin. “Thank you for all the compliments ladies, you two are looking fantastic, as well.” Sophie and I looked at each other and blushed. Who is this guy? “Ah yes well how silly of me. You can call me Prince A. I’m afraid my name is too old fashioned. It’s very nice to meet your acquaintance Rose and Sophie.” He took each of our hands and placed warm kisses on the back of them. Shit I’m in trouble. I’ve never been so captivated by anyone before. Thank god I have such handsome mates otherwise I may be tempted by this tall god-like man. He must be Asmodeus, one of the princes of hell.

My hands stung from where the grit bit in. What kind of dream hurts? Nikolai's voice broke through the smoke again. This time louder. "Drop the blade. You've already won." The man with the sword, the prince, because that's what he was, even I could feel it in my bones, snapped his head up. And that was when I saw them. His eyes. Blue, so brilliantly they could've been carved from sapphires. But bleeding red like someone had cracked his soul open and poured fire into it.

the sexy man who offered me a fruit cup asked. I looked him up and down assessing how I would word my next words, and then I decided to just be blunt already knowing he would do the same. "I am without a pack and killing him leaving this pack without an alpha would have made me a rouge and people like you would hunt me down and kill me" I answered his question, feeling irritated by their lack of knowledge on this subject, fuck they are the kings, the ones who made that damn rule so how in the fuck did they not know what I was talking about. The other hotness who almost strangled the alpha shook his head and decided to finally say something, it seemed he finally had something to say after sta

I scrunched my brows. "And, who are you and why should I listen to you? I will call the police if you try to be smart." She warned me and chuckled. "Before you reach for that phone in your handbag, I will send you to heaven or hell. But I won't be doing it… I am here for Alexis…" "Who are you?" She was concerned. "I am.. Stefan Donovan, the demon prince…" I introduced myself and left her gaping at me.

He has pale skin and a scowl on his face, his eyes were lavender matching with his hair color. "I apologize again." Mizuko bowed her head and the man just left. When she raised her head, she thought that the young man was familiar somehow. Like she has seen his gloomy face somewhere like— "Oh my gosh!" she gasped, abruptly looking back but he was already gone. It just came to her that he was that prince who never smiles on his sketches! "I could've told him!" Mizuko groans, stomping her foot and shutting her eyes in frustration. Her mission could have been over! But then wait, what's that prince doing around here? Was he looking for Kenshi? Did Kenshi pick up a fight again?

Orion's frown persisted, but a faint upward twitch at the corner of his mouth hinted at a brighter mood. "Emberlyn is engaged to Harvestia’s Crown Alpha Prince," I explained, my brows furrowed with concern. "The prince comes from a family of warriors. Trying to outmatch him, or any of his family members for that matter, would be nothing short of suicide." I leaned in slightly as I stressed the peril of challenging Emberlyn's powerful fiancé and his formidable warrior lineage.

"I'm happy you're the man I get to spend my whole life with," I whisper, "I couldn't imagine myself with anyone else." "That’s good, because you can't have anyone else. No other homeless man," he mutters, making me frown. "I mean, I know that's your type." "Shut up," I growl and punch his arm. "You're not homeless, Mr. Alpha Prince. This place is huge." "Hey, I didn't lie about that. I told you my family was rich," he defends himself, "But I really didn't have a home in Dharma, so technically I was homeless."