Broken Prince Novels & Stories

He does not seem pleased because he reaches for me but I’m out of reach. From a bit of a distance I notice more about him. He’s very tall and built, like most males, he is clean shaven, those eyes capture me for a moment, then his perfect dusty blonde hair. But more importantly the crown that sits atop that dusty brown hair. This is the Prince. I can feel realisation hit as my breathing speeds up and I drop into a deep bow. “Your Majesty.” My voice barley audible. I’ve heard stories of The Prince, we all have. Stories of his ruthlessness, violence, cruelty. Stories of his love of females as nightly companions. Bad, horrible stories.

Win looked up from his coffee, grinned, and said, “Took you long enough. I thought your pretty prince had finally locked you in his palace tower.” “Please,” I deadpanned. “If anyone’s locking anyone up, it’s me.” He snorted. “Kinky.” I ignored him and grabbed the coffee he had ordered for me. It tasted like dirt and burnt tires. “So?” I said. “What’s the emergency? You dragged me out of the palace for this. It better be worth it.” “Oh, it is.” He leaned forward, slid a black folder across the table. “Your favorite prince’s kingdom? It is about to go broke."

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

Even if he couldn't properly move his lower body, his power was still visible and immense, fit to be called the King. "Welcome home, son," Alejandro Michaelis Blood said, the current vampire king. "Glad to be back, Papa. Where's Beatrice?" Sebastian asked. His father frowned and scoffed. "She's unreasonable, Sebastian!" King Alejandro yelled. "Did you two fought again?" Sebastian asked and chuckled. "What did Beatrice do this time?" he added. Beatrice Grances Blood is his younger sister and the first princess of the kingdom.

“If I could just, ” But the door burst open before I could finish. The bolt snapped clean from the frame as the wood splintered, slamming against the wall with a deafening crash. Diana screamed. And then he was there. Richard. The Crown Prince of Eldenwald. He filled the doorway like a storm breaking through calm skies, his coat still unbuttoned from his journey here, his chest heaving, his eyes blazing with fury. Behind him, half a dozen royal guards stood at attention, their faces impassive.

The princess and prince did not know, the king could not, or to be more specific, would not, give them an answer. “Elijah…” “My son and daughter have turned against me because you have failed your part of the deal!” Queen Beatrice snapped at Prince Elijah, her canines exposing as she took quick steps toward him, threatening to attack, but the prince didn’t even flinch as he raised an eyebrow at her, and using wind, he pushed her away from him.

the chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

He has heard the Prince wasn't like this before but ever since an ominous presence followed him, he has changed drastically becoming colder and uncaring. "Denial Weather. As for this, His Majesty wants you to be more than just presentable. There is a gathering for the sport's result announcement and bidding." Den, as he prefers, informed and found the Prince nodding his head thoughtfully. He let the servants dress him, comb his hair and prepare him for the event. Meanwhile he just stared at his reflection in the mirror. How did he end up like this? The event had already started and the King flashed a bright smile at his people. He was happy that his chosen horse won and was getting the highe

Cassius breaks the silence, his velvet voice cutting through the hall like a silver blade, instantly quieting the crowd. "I am well aware, Your Highness," I stammer out, forcing my voice to remain level while my internal monologue screams in absolute terror. Everyone in the Crimson Dominion knows the second prince of House Nightbane is a crippled monster. I am shaking inside my heavy bridal gown, trying to convince myself that I am losing my mind. The lethal predator who pinned me against the wall a month ago is perfectly healthy, agile, and terrifyingly fast. There is no fucking way he is the paralyzed prince sitting in front of me.

“Never intellect. It doesn’t matter. It was a doltish question.” Nodding in assention, the sovereign continued strolling. He ducked interior an open entryway to the cleared out, pulling her in behind him. Heather looked back at Brock fair some time recently entering the room, her expressive confront letting him know she was floored that this was the pioneer of her individuals. He smiled and winked in ordinary carefree Brock mold. She stood up to the prince’s drag, an charming fragrance rising in the discuss as her eyes wandered over Brock’s confront: the fragrance of her mounting crave for her mate.