Azur Lane Prinz Heinrich Novels & Stories

“Grab the kid, Dante! Don't you dare let him slip under!” Bianca’s lungs burned with the brine of the Atlantic. She thrashed against the churning gray water, her fingers clawing at a jagged shelf of volcanic rock. The Azores outpost sat above them like a rotted tooth, a graveyard of Vane secrets built from salt-stained concrete and rusted iron.

The man was quiet for a while, he blindly allowed his wife to make him treat like she didn’t exist. “Just go father” Just as she turned her back, she felt a thud on the ground and immediately she turned. Her father was on his knees and his two hands were placed in front of him. “I am sorry princess” “What are you doing dad?” Aurora rushed to him and helped him get up, “Don't ever do that” she reprimanded as her almond eyes glistened with tears, even if she was mad at him she would never allow him to kneel in front of her. At least, she was well brought up in morals.

The Arzona Capital had produced 5 King Rank Archers. "Yes he had always been the top of his league, but his talent was wasted." Alkhun looked at CYan with his continued bowing. "What do you mean?" "It's because of his brother. You see, my older son was 'Tyrone Azure'" Alkhun was stunned by these words. Tyrone Azure was the most famous and said the most talented Archer in the East Continent. He was a young genius that became a King Rank archer at a young age. He was the foundation of this city all these years and who is the one that held that reputation.

'This man is not a pleasant man. "This is a good thing," whispered Duke Gree, behind the Black Prince, the loyal supporter of the Illarion camp smiling happily. Not only Duke Gree but everyone who sided with the third Crown Prince. "I hope you take it, soon," Duke Fito said. "Eden's sea fleet is known to be one of the strongest, and with the wealth coming from the Eden strait that they control can be of great help to us." Illarion Black's faint smile wildly appeared on that handsome face when Queen Zaina's sky blue beads stared at him.

Hayden beckoned me on his lap, holding my hand as he instructed me how to position myself over him, my knees on either side of his strong hips. “Come on, Princess,” he whispered. “Ride me. Take me inside your wet cunt and ride me.” I bit my lip at his dirty words, squeezing his hand as I looked down between us, lining the tip of his cock against my slit and glancing at his flushed face. Just one look at his face. I knew he was holding back. I didn’t want him to hold back. I was the Princess of Azmia, I could take whatever he had in store for me.

Everyone looked at her, then whispered to each other, but no one came near her. While everyone was talking and laughing happily, Aurora came down from upstairs. She wore a purple dress with sparkling beads on top. She was like a princess, making everyone have to look at her. Azura looked at Vincent. She wanted to see if he was looking at Aurora. After all, Aurora was also the one who was betrothed to Vincent. If he weren't disabled, he would have married Aurora, not Azura. Vincent looked at Aurora, but only one glance turned to look at Azura.

That's right because he knows nothing about her identity except that she is a subordinate of Harem Henry. Conal was moved when he saw Azura's rare smile, a smile so beautiful captivating. The remarkable thing that impressed Azura was her eyes; it was like a deep blue ocean. At first, he was captivated by her looks. If he hadn't used his sanity and Azura was the enemy, he would probably be dead at her hands by now. Conal felt very lucky that neither of the two things he had thought of had happened. Then, Conal spoke up, breaking the silence:

Prince Azure being an understanding and intelligent fine man traveled the entire world for years looking for the other half of the pearl necklace. Since there was nothing but emptiness in his pack, he won’t stop until he finds a solution to their misery. PRESENT DAY Prince Azure just came back from his two weeks trip and he went to his father’s chamber to update him. The omegas helped raise the Alpha to a seat and Prince Azure took a seat across from his father. Prince Azure is a fine young man with hazel eyes, his thick brows carved so strong to accentuate his Lycan bloodline. His physique was bigger than any other werewolf and Alpha.

She was brittle and small. "Are we under attack?" I asked urgently. "Goodness no, you'd really know about it if we were under attack. It sounds to me as if we have visitors." She clutched my hand. Reassured, I walked out onto the balcony to survey perimeter, my arm threaded through Maya's. We found the Prince here, doing much the same. He acknowledged me with a glance; bit offered no words of comfort. Below were scores of Azurian banners -- golden yellow with their blue geometric designs -- signalling a small but elite force. There were a dozen small gold carriages, pulled by puzzling creatures that were something like deer and something like goats. At the centre of the formation was a cover

“I swear they're like proper princes, especially Aleric.” “So, are they your type?” Azura teases. “Blond yes, sexy yes, complicated… yes. Yeah, I guess so, but I don’t know.” “Just be careful, and don’t go around making reckless decisions, ok?” “Alright. Although that coming from you?” “Yeah, yeah I know, but still, these are the Ardens… I don’t know, they’re a mystery.” “Yeah, I get it. I better go try to kick his sexy princely ass.” I snicker as I stroke Malevolent’s fur just as the bell rings.