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Celine snapped, this time my growl had everyone in the room quiet down and mother flinch as I stood up and walked toward a now panicked Celine. “Nathan, do not do something that you will regret” father warned, standing up from his chair as he saw me getting up, but I was surprised that Ashton beat me to the princess as he had his blade on her throat as he pushed her against the wall using wind, perks of being Deniz’s son. “Ashton” father warned, but Ashton didn’t flinch as he looked at the princess in the eye, even I froze not knowing what the prince will do.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

Chapter 93 Alina's POV The wind carried the scent of ashes, yet no fire burned around us. The air inside Viktor’s stronghold had shifted from icy suffocation to something thick and stagnant, like the breath held after a scream. We stood in the heart of what had once been his empire, surrounded by fractured marble and blood-spattered shadows. My blade still dripped crimson, and Viktor’s body lay crumpled before his throne—the god-king slain by the very daughter he thought he owned.

They all are. Besides Wrath and the Deadly Prince at the head of the table, five other princes lounged around the table, and by their intimidating yet palpable aura, it wasn't difficult to distinguish which sin was who. He had hair the color of dry wheat. Thick, flat brows now arching downwards as if he was in deep concentration, or he was somewhere in his own mind, lost under the throes of memories. His aura was calmer. Where the others were like a storm, violent and raging. He brought a sense of serenity to the room. For a moment I forgot where I was, and who I was with, the only feeling tugging at my muscles was to curl up somewhere and just rest. Be at peace.

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the warrior's deep voice echoed through the silent hall. A wave of murmurs instantly swept through the crowd. "How humiliating..." "The human princess is being bound to a piece of steel." Mother looked like she was about to faint, and Lisa covered her face. The dragons were openly laughing now. It was a blatant insult meant to show everyone exactly how worthless I, a human bride was to the Dark Prince. I swallowed the burning lump of humiliation in my throat, then kept my spine straight, staring directly at the old seer. "Proceed," I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me.

These guys couldn’t be any more foolish. “You want to know what my crime is? I fed a man his eyeballs for bumping into me so he can watch how I cut him open from the inside with my blade. Do you want that as well?” Viex couldn’t tell if the PRINCE was lying or not. He sincerely hopes that he was lying because he was getting terrified himself. “No no! I’m sorry. I won’t bother you again! Don’t touch my eyes!” The big guy named Finn sounded like he was really in pain. What is the prince doing?

"Step away from him." The prince smoothly stepped in front of me, placing himself like a shield between the monster and me. He raised his hand, blue-tinted magic dancing across his fingertips like crackling lightning. "She doesn't belong to you, brother," the prince mocked, his voice dripping with cool arrogance. "She never did. You bought a ghost at an auction, thinking you could trap her and rewrite history. But some bloodlines refuse to burn." "I will tear you apart piece by piece," the alpha roared, lunging forward with terrifying speed, his massive claws extended to strike.

A relieved sigh escaped his lips. "What the fuck are you doing in our room?" The Prince growled at the driver, his eyes flashing at the driver. Just then, he glanced at Abels hands and how they were tightening around something. Upon careful observation, he concluded that it was his poetry diary. The one where he wrote all his musings, personal love poetry? What was Abel doing with that book? Anger simmered in his stomach, and all he could see was red. Without wasting another second, he stalked forward, his hands flying to Abel's neck. Javier pinned him against the nearest wall, a low menacing growl escaping his throat. ***

she said softly. Then, to my surprise, she took a step forward and hugged me, lifting her face up to mine. She smiled, her braces on full display while I stood awkwardly. Something about her innocent embrace cracked through the broken shell of my soul and threatened to expose the bitterness that had lingered for years now. I wasn’t a little prince anymore; I was the bitter prince. Ironically enough, it was her father who gave me the nickname. Phoenix put her hand on her sister’s shoulder and pulled her away from me. She signed something, and Reina nodded.