Captive Prince Short Stories Novels & Stories

for three days nothing happened, but at last in the night the Princess heard something flutter against her window, and drawing back her curtains she saw in the moonlight that it was an Eagle. limping across at her utmost speed she threw the window open, and the great Eagle sailed in beating with his wings for joy. the Princess lost no time in offering it the carbuncle box, which it grasped in its talons, and instantly disappeared, leaving in its place the most beautiful Prince she had ever seen, who was splendidly dressed, and wore a diamond crown.

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I replied. "Don't mind mom dad, please go on and tell me a story," "Alright son." Tristan smiled. "A long time ago in an age so far beyond our own, there lived a prince and a peasant. Their names were Prince Edward and princess Emma." Carl clapped his hands excitedly. Tristan chuckled at this, remembering when he had been just as eager to hear about old stories. "Once upon a time, the kingdom of Eurydice had fallen into ruin. Prince Edward was desperate to escape with his beloved wife. The people of his land cried out for help as the royal carriage passed by on its journey home."

He chuckled again. "I mean, I don't like to play with women like my father. My father worshiped his concubines too much to the point of neglecting his royal duties. I will make you my true friend, my lover, my lady. Your only duties will be to listen to me, accompany me through my days, laugh at my jokes, and whatever lovers and best friend. You will be my only confidant. We don't have to have sex if you don't want to. As your reward, I will give you a safe and comfortable life in the harem. How's that? Will you be my lover?" I shook my head. The prince looked disappointed and handed me a clear bottle filled with the night's shadowy liquid. He placed it in my left hand.

“Kid? I am no fucking kid. I am eighteen, you bitch and the prince is mine.” Okay. This tour of the palace wasn’t going the way I wanted it to. I shook my head. I could understand the crush, but calling me a bitch... ugh! I hated that. “Thalia Red, the prince is MY PRINCE. Only ever mine, child. You know, he is my mate, right?” “Fuck the mate bond.” “I thought so too, but it is too hard,” I winked. “I know you have a crush, and I don’t blame you. He is so crushable.”

Liam then suggested as we entered the makeshift dance floor near the fire pit. I muttered mysteriously to him, “Well, there's not much to tell," and I let that idea vague, but actually there wasn't much to be told at all, as Olivia Mason didn't have much of a story, not even made-up stories. The person who had several stories to talk about in her life was Caroline Andermier, Princess of Tresoria.

But despite his skill, he was starting to wear off, his movements slowing as the guards pressed their attack. That's when I knew I had to act. I focused all my energy and unleashed a blast of magic that sent Prince Arin flying across the room. He crashed into the stone wall, his sword clattering to the floor as he slumped to the ground, defeated. The guards quickly overpowered Ikigan, pinning him to the floor as they waited for the king's orders. I rushed over to the king, who was watching the scene with a mixture of shock and gratitude. "Your Majesty, are you okay?" I asked, helping him to his feet.

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”

they both begged, but Sir Beta would not listen and he took them by the arms each and dragged them to the palace, inside the throne room where Alpha Ragnar and Luna Philipa were. "The Princess" Sir Beta introduced when they got there, pressing his son's back. "Fall on your knees both of you." He commanded and they listened. Calantha stared at the ceramic floor unable to look at her parents. She heard the Beta whispering some things to her father and her body shook when the Alpha stood up from the chair and walked towards her. "Get up," Ragnar ordered in his coarse voice. Calantha immediately obeyed, looking up at her father with shaky eyelids. She was almost as tall as her father but his bod

It's Cypress. "Well, well, well, look what we have here. The lost princess and her stallion. I hope you enjoyed your time together because it's about to come to an end." He holds up a rifle, and before I can move, I hear a deafening blast followed by screams.