Claimed By The Orc Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You’re the one who underestimated the strength of a wolf. You’re outmatched, and you know it.” With a final, desperate attempt, the prince lunges again, but this time, Aloria is ready. She sidesteps, and with a fierce growl, she sinks her teeth into his shoulder, dragging him down once more. The prince cries out, but it’s a sound of panic, not the bravado he wore so confidently before. In the distance, I hear the sounds of a struggle, shouts from my warriors as they finish off the last of the prince’s soldiers. The tide has turned, and Aloria knows it.

Guests dropped their gazes instinctively-prey recognizing a predator. The scent of pine and storm swept in, primal and commanding. All heads turned. A man stepped inside, flanked by two towering guards draped in black and silver. He was tall—taller than even Reyes—with broad shoulders, sleek black hair, and eyes like steel. His aura was cold, ancient, and undeniable. Gasps echoed through the room. A Lycan. The Lycan Prince. He walked with purpose, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me. His steps slowed.

[Orion] The scream and the sound of someone hitting the ground sent a shiver not just through me, but the entire room. "Princess..." one of the nurses cried softly, amplifying my sorrow. "Kora," I breathed, moving forward. "Prince Orion," The Elf King blocked my way to my mate and I growled at him, lightning springing to my fingertips. "You will risk us all. Not just you, not just her, but the entire Luxandran royal family."

Ashton asked me once we were out of earshot, we were standing by the riverbank, knowing well that everyone was where the fight had occurred, all of them now worried about what was to happen to their leader, I saw it in their eyes which somewhat confused me, if she did that to my mate, then what would she be doing to them? “I’m here to take my mate, and to see what you and your group needed, though I’m the one who should be asking what you’re doing here” I said raising an eyebrow at the prince, he had gone missing a while before his father had handed the throne to my father, the kingdoms have searched for him, but he left no trace, he didn’t need to, as he never really left.

Chapter 4: The Feast of Shadows Karina’s heart hammered in her chest as the vampire’s words echoed in her mind. *The Third Prince of Zorana*. A bloodline. A kingdom. She wasn’t just some ordinary orphan—she was part of a story far darker and more complex than anything she could have ever imagined.

I didn’t know this announcement was going to be about me specifically. “Through the bravery of those willing to risk their lives to protect our Princess,” he gestures to Dominic, Tialha, Buppig and Hyacinth, “our Princess prevailed and the trolls have risen from the earth, just as the prophecy predicted.” He waits until the cheering dies down. “As you all know, your Prince has been out fighting against Lorelai for months. We know that she has gone dark and I have sent additional soldiers to Prince Aolis so that we can launch an offensive attack against her. While I am always against fighting and war, Lorelai directly attacked our Princess and that cannot be allowed to go unanswered. The prop

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

Dark stopped running and grin at the Prince. "Let me introduce myself to you. My name is Dark Lucifer Dontizu, but you can call me Dark. I am the son of the five Princes of hell and the Lord of hell. The King of darkness and the ruler over you. I won't kill you," Dark said. "But this should serve you as a warning not to come near Raziah again. She now belongs to me." he added and walked out of the whirlwind made of black mist. The whirlwind moved, carrying Prince Aragorn out of the Palace.

"Humph. The third prince went to the oracle land, to further his bond with the ancestral spirits and awaken his latent energy, just like his other two brothers. How can you now claim, that he is mad?" The lords arched an eyebrow. As he flashed her a quizzical look. "No my lord. I'm sorry you got me wrong. I didn't say the prince was mad, I just said he wasn't acting like his usual self. perhaps, he must have run into some strange situations and experiences in that Oracle land. Which is why I need to inspect him properly. " "Woman don't be silly. Do you know what you are talking about? What kind of experience could he have gone through in the Oracle land, that will make me deny him, from ta

I inhaled sharply, willing my body to still as the hot claw that had rustled through my blonde hair and gripped wrenched back hard enough that tears sprung to my eyes as I saw the blurry lines of their ugly faces. They were dark wolves of them, shadowlings that had been skewered by Gobar’s magic, their snots elongated more than normal with beady black eyes that missed nothing. I heard the sound of more footsteps as another minotaur-like shadowling peered over me, licking his black lips before scrunching up his nose. “Y-you can't eat me, I-I’m a prince, a king! The King of the three cities!” I stammered after retrieving my tongue from the back of my throat.