Broken Prince Novels & Stories

Words were useless when the truth was already staring back at you. “Mom and Dad, Evelyn, Esther…” My voice trembled, but I forced it louder, steadying it with fury. “We’ve been fooled. This… commoner here is no commoner. He’s no ordinary man. His name—his real name—is Prince Maximillian Sebastiani. The Crown Prince of Mercia. Imagine that.” “What?!” My sisters gasped, their eyes darting between me and him, their mouths hanging open in disbelief.

The big man snorted in annoyance. "Do you think you're that great? It's just a small game I played. There are bigger ones. I'm not sure you can withstand it," said the man, then plunged his sword into the ground. Instantly, the ground shook and split open. Flames all over the place. Prince Xander drew his sword and plunged it into the ground as well. Suddenly, the ground stopped shaking. The flame went out and the surrounding conditions returned to normal. Once again, the big man was taken aback. "Leave that woman to me. You are just a stupid prince. A prince who protects his enemy's daughter and gives her a place to live. Do you know that what you did was a betrayal of your people? How coul

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

“The Crown Prince of Winacellu and the Dorm Leader of Faenice, His Royal Highness—” “Can’t, can’t you just cut it down to their actual names?” I requested, wincing at the very long introduction of their prince. “Okay, okay.” She nodded. “So, Kieran Fiores Gregory, Winacellu’s crown prince; Murien Larimar Samudra, Malecoy’s first prince; Leonis Raizen Aureus, Aslan’s second prince; Lazul Horacin Samudra and Guren Cairox Samudra, Malecoy’s twin princes.” She snatched a cookie from the plate.

She looked at him with confusion. “Don’t give me that look.” Crown Prince grabbed her arm and shouted, “Don’t think that you can fool anyone with that innocent look of yours. You can fool anyone but me!” Bella flinched and squeezed her eyes shut. He was hurting her. “Get my whip,” said Crown Prince to Braum. Braum got Crown Prince his whip. “Tonight, you will learn my anger for such a useless person like you.” Crown Prince raised his whip, and the sound of his whip echoed the night’s sky.

I entered inside and he wasn't there He forgot to lock his room. I began to look at his things when suddenly there was a big bang that frightened the living daylights out of me I looked back to see the prince in a very bad state Prince: who are you and what are you doing here Me : geez, Prince Adrian what happened to you Prince: what happened to me, she happened to me Me: who is she? He began to move closer to me and I moved back He grabbed me and threw me to the bed Prince: if I tell you that I love you, what would you say

Narrative of the Healer. "Who?" I will ask. "The Prince of Casa de Luz Prince Elior Dritan Faro." Serious promise of the healer. Mind you, it was a prince who did this to my brother. That's why it's so arrogant to pretend, is this really the attitude of the Nobles, you rotten ones! DAMN NOBLE! I'LL NEVER FALL IN LOVE TO A NOBLE! That's from the rock! Canine!

"Poor soul. He was the greatest warrior in the kingdom. Now he can't even master his own wolf..." I wrestled with myself under the covers for a long time. Graves's old leg injury had flared up with the cold. He could barely get out of bed. That afternoon, he'd grabbed my hand, his face etched with worry. "The prince is bound in silver—his wolf is growing weaker by the day..." "And with this blizzard, no one's been feeding his fire. What if he freezes?" I pulled on my worn cloak, picked up a brazier of coals, and pushed open the door to his chamber.