Claimed By The Orc Prince Novels & Stories

It occurred to me how tense she would be to think that her lover could have something to do with my death, and what it would cost her if she had to decide which side to be. The prince of wrath looked at us under his shoulder, when he was already heading inward. Without really looking into our eyes, he said: "Don't expect to find dances and fornication in my territory. There are no falsehoods around here. Only the mäl and human souls ready to be enslaved for the rest of the time "and, without further ado, began to move forward

These made him the most alluring man in the whole empire. Tolkien wanted to met the prince in person to see for himself how would he feel around the person with such frightening attributes. Yet this day had come when he gor to see the young he-wolf arrived at his humble abode only to be taken aback at how he dealt things differently around that tribe princess, who by the way was the daughter of that tribal king, the one the price abhores the most. He then wondered if the young prince discovered his own affection towards her or was it hard to find since it had been hidden that it was left unexplored?

“Wow. You have beautiful eyes.” “T-thanks.” Her lips curved into a tentative smile as if she shouldn’t be doing the smiling thing. She kicked imaginary rocks as she spoke. “You’re too pretty, you shouldn’t be talking to the school’s outcast.” “Outcast?” I echoed. If anyone here was an outcast, it was me. I was the only human in a school full of werewolves. “There’s no such thing as an outcast. If I want to talk to you, I will.” I added with a smile. “Are you new here, too?”

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

From what she had understood, the first prince was a wicked, clever soul. "Prince Draco, but he assured the king that he won't let you die," Adrian said calmly. She fisted the sheets tightly and a broken chuckle escaped past her lips. So it was exactly what she predicted. She could expect nothing less from these monsters but if she ever got the chance to kill any one of them prince Draco would be the first one on the list. She couldn't help but think about Kolton and hoped from the bottom of her heart that he was set free and the monsters fulfilled their promise. Still, she hoped to see him again one day.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

said Alexander. Prince Arthur looked into the determined eyes of his zodiac warriors and grinned. "Your fighting spirits are unlike any other warriors I encountered. Don't worry, I am not going to summon powerful creatures!" Prince Arthur put his hand on the ground again. "This creature I will summon is much weaker than the dark Phoenix, but it doesn't mean it's not strong. The legendary ape, Sun Wukong, come forth!"

Well, I would have bet on myself just like anyone else, so I understand Yuri’s profound confusion. The big man stood quietly watching me as I struggled to pull myself together from the fits of laughter. “Yuri, you have known me since I was a young boy, and you know that whether anyone likes it or not, I will still go ahead to do whatever the hell I want as long as I feel the slightest inclination to. You also know that I am the crowned prince of Santero, which invariably gives me a pass to do whatever the hell I want to do.” “That being said, and with any other reason for your panic duly sorted out, I ask again for your advice, but if you insist on being entirely useless to me, then by all m

The third time he did not ask. “Young prince,” someone began. Thorin roared. Not a shout. A roar, a true one, dragon fire under it, impossible from a body that size, and it hit the chamber like weather. It rattled every goblet on the long table and blew the arguments out of all the rulers mid-breath. Silence slammed down. And into it, absolute, eyes blazing molten silver, the heir of the dragon throne delivered his intelligence to the war council of the world. “We are talking about my mate! My mate is ALIVE.” His voice rang off the banners. “She is afraid and she is angry. She is so angry.” Something that was almost a laugh and almost a sob went through him. “She is NORTH.”

“I am your prince!” One of the guards stepped forward, his eyes cold and unyielding. He leveled his spear at me, his voice devoid of emotion as he spoke the words that sent ice through my veins. “Prince Neil, you are under arrest and sentenced to death for consorting with Werewolves.”