Broken Prince Novels & Stories

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

He said and I tensed but Levi held me back as GreyBone continued speaking. “Unconsciously, the Prince set these rules in place as he challenged me for which he ended up winning. Now, I’m a General— I didn’t have any Claw points to lose so the implication of my loss could only be that the Combatants would always see me below the Prince. Meanwhile, the Prince, still under the air of the Severance battle, openly challenged anyone for which the girl, Ava Varyn, accepted and eventually won.” He made a dramatic pause now and I was really holding myself back from wiping that slight smirk on his lips— a smirk that apparently only I could see.

I had no idea why I didn't just get up and walk away, instead I asked. "Why do you hate me?" He looked at me with a shocked face but didn't say anything. Tears welled in my eyes but I made sure to not let even one drop fall. This wasn't the sort of prince charming I wanted. The prince charming I imagined was supposed to be so nice, extremely caring, very sweet and romantic. He didn't seem to have any of those, only the physical appearance. Maybe Noah was right after all, that only existed in barbie. Frustrated, I grabbed his cup from the table, his eyes widening at my action, "what are you... Dont.. " but I ignored him and gulped the remaining sweet liquid down and then glared at him.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

Conri could not keep the urgency out of his voice, as he really needed her to understand how important she was to him. “After the first time we made love, things started happening to me. I did not understand, I did not know where it came from, the power, the strength. And then, yesterday, when my father started beating me again, he told my mother something about ‘you know what she is’. I asked my mother later what that was about and then she told me the story about The Moon Princess.” Conri felt like the wind was punched right out of him as soon as he heard those three words. He knows all about the legend tale. He took a step back and looked at Tala, with a very shocked face.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.

I looked down at her and she glared at me. "What?" the uncle asked "Why are you fighting with a little boy?" The aunty asked "I am not fighting. I am just telling him that he can't play with paint here" the uncle said "You are upsetting him" "I am the Crown Prince of Zidra. Everyone should obey me" Zahir said. He actually ordered, shocking the other man "Well, little prince, we are not in Zidra. We are in Sweden. And here no one is obliged to obey you" the other man said and this time the woman pinched him harder.

The man saw Harriet staring out the window at the rising sun. "My child, Harriet, the prince of Central Hyacinth who is holding Miss Miriam hostage and is controlling Miss Miriam, is a mage," the Old Duke continued. He explained that the prince had bound Miriam with the spell, but when Heath suddenly appeared, Heath injured him and cut off his right arm, breaking the binding spell and releasing Miriam from his grip. Thus, the prince fled from there and most likely returned to the Western Continent. While Heath, who finished the fight, was badly injured and passed out on his horse, running back to the Western Fort where Harriet was guarding as the Lord of the Regions at the time.