Ang Prinsipe Novels & Stories

Chris grabbed Jaxson and shoved him behind him. “MINE!” the low rumble of a wolf’s taking over his vocal chords echoed around the room. His fangs extended, his golden eyes flashed. “He’s mine. You will not touch him.” A tiny vibration of pride thrummed through his chest, it wasn’t his own. It was barely there, but it was. He could feel it, the level of warmth from a match heating him from the inside out. “My King! The Prince has clearly been under a lot of strain recently. I feel it would be wise to separate the two, the punishment still stands for the Guard. The Prince may need some time after his tour to re-assimilate into Royal life,” Avisor Paul stated confidently.

"I'll be flying you today as your pilot, and you'll be on board the Creed 1011." I hadn't even had a chance to soak that in before a giant drape came crashing down, and there stood what looked like— A miniature plane. A sleek, private, deluxe miniature plane. And on the outside, right there, in big, no-nonsense letters— CREED 1011. I blinked. Wait. Wait a fucking minute. Did this guy…? Did this guy have his own private jet?!

The Prince dismounted, his eyes ablaze with curiosity and diplomacy amid the victorious sounds of the musicians and the flapping of flags. The king spoke to the prince respectfully, "We are happy to have you visit us, Prince Adrian." "Aa...! It's my honour to be able to come here, but to be clear, I am not Prince Adrian, I am the third prince of Panoma, Prince Aiden" the prince introduced himself with a smile. Everyone around was shocked. The information they got was about the arrival of the legendary second prince, Prince Adrian. How come it is the Third Prince who arrived here?

Mijas paused for a moment before it finally slapped its leg in realization. "The prince didn't give us a signal!" Besant nodded, lamenting that Mijas finally realized the situation. Calling for allies when one was ambushed was basic knowledge, but all of them knew of the prince's temper. The thirteenth prince often resorted to doing things alone just because it had some skills. On top of that, the prince barely faced any repercussions for his mistakes, solely because he was the prince, which only worsened his attitude. As long as the prince felt that it had an advantage, it would attack without bothering to notify its allies.

“The brother with salt and pepper hair?” She considers this and then nods. “Yes. Him. Anyway, the Principate is supposed to be a trusted advisor to the Grand Wizard and the governors who rule over places like Meridem, Seaphine, and here, in Meccana. But, the Principate is also the one with the power to check the Grand Wizard and restore balance, by any means necessary, if you catch my drift.” “I do.” My stomach sinks to my toes. “Which is why no one stopped Zayn yesterday, when he killed all those people. They can’t even touch him. His only challenger is his grandfather?”

“Sorry, milady, but you'll have to manage. The prince wants nothing but a tiny waist, a well-shaped bosom, and strong hips for bearing children.” I laugh. Maybe a little too loudly because the hall grows deathly quiet and all eyes are on us. Shit. “Well, fuck,” Rhea mutters beside me as the man in charge approaches us with his companion and guards. The man in charge looks furious—I really should have paid attention to get his name cause I can't keep calling him that. Please don't tell me I've fucked this mission up even before I could start?! He stops before me and he's a foot or two shorter than me—maybe it was the heels.

Here they come. An ironic grin emerged from my lips. "Leading the council as president in his second year. The next promising ruler of our kingdom!" He was in the center of a formation of 5. The others were at his sides guarding him against all danger. A set of colors resembling a noble rainbow could be perceived from their appearance. Stepping into the front, beside the principal, the prince, and my promised enemy raised his hand in greeting as the flag of the kingdom hugged his shoulder. "The first prince, Nicholas Winright Asphyxia!"

The opponent may be currently preparing for its next attack. I can't say what I know because even I will be damned. They would make me doubt how I came to know that information. They might even see me as their opponent. Prince Ravi was appointed to rule the whole Kingdom first because he was the first Prince. There is no fear of his leadership while King Valor is away because he is a good leader. He was his Father's first training in proper handling of their Kingdom. Now he can apply everything he has learned.

she said, firm in her resolution. They all unanimously pledged their support to help her find her mate, concluding the conference on a positive note. However, before they dispersed, the Phoenix leader spoke up, his tone concerned, "Princess, if there's anything that upset you or if we made a mistake, please share it with us." "Very well, then," Mia began, her gaze stern as she addressed them collectively. "You're all aware of the island's rules, particularly the one about not bringing anyone here without informing me." She fixed her gaze on each of them, her expression unwavering.

“Do you…” “No,” I reassured her. “There is nobody else but you.” “But why?...” “Prima,” I continue, “Is a title that means “First Mistress.” Essentially by calling you Prima, I am letting everyone know that you are the highest-ranking member of my harem and my household until I find a wife. A Prima is only second to an official mate or royal wife and often all three will live harmoniously together in service of their kingdom. Since I cannot call you either of those other two titles in public, I am giving you the greatest honor I dare to give you before speaking to my father. As it is, I am sure he wouldn’t approve of this, but if I’m lucky he’ll just assume this is a trick or a farce to irri