Crown Prince: Book Novels & Stories

He didn't really understand the logic in such a rule, but then again the fact that all crown princes and kings of the seven kingdoms had names related to stars or planets was also weird in itself. "You should already know me, but I am Sol Luxuria. Crown prince of the Lustburg kingdom. Those close to me simply call me Sol. Happy to meet you, Chloe." He stretched toward her and Chloe after a short hesitation simply clasped his hand in her, "Happy to meet you, Sol."

(Viscount Baxter Anderton) “Understood My lord, I will see to your command at once..”. (Anderton Butler) It was better like this, making sure that the entire floor were clear from visitors nor interruptions as the Crown Prince likes it. Also it was easier to have a private conversations and prevent the Crown Prince carnal desires in check. City Lord and Baron Raynard Belloc climbs the stairs leading to the 1st floor and further entered the study room, that were guarded with the Crown Prince personal knights. As they entered the room, they saw a blond man, with a large and stout body like a soldiers that has went through a battle for the rest of his lives, even just the backside were enough t

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

I see the witch has not told you anything, since you still do not know the truth," he said, turning his gaze to Sia once again, who still stood behind Robin. "Seeing as though I am going to get the book anyway, I will tell you. I want you to hand over the Witches' Circle." Robin shot him a quick sharp glare. "Have you been drinking past your limit? Are you trying to tell me you interrupted my journey, for a book that no longer exists?" "It most certainly does exist, Prince Robin, and I can assure you that I have drunk no wine. "You creatures thought all the relics were destroyed except for The Crown, but you were all very mistaken.

A dead son. A throne that should’ve been his, given instead to his younger brother a man who’d been weak, emotional, easily manipulated. And when Aldric died under suspicious circumstances (poison, everyone whispered, though no one dared say it aloud), the crown had gone to Aldric’s boy. To Daemon, who was even weaker than his father, even more easily corrupted. Now, at three in the morning, with his knees aching against stone worn smooth by centuries of penitence, Marcus received the message.

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.

Their two pairs of curious eyes scanned the narrow path, trying to get a glimpse of the person on the path. Ada hissed with disappointment, but her jaws dropped when she saw the small gold crown, perching on the head of a young man. His face was clouded with eyebrow, which in contrast to the clean shaved mustache was small. “It’s the prince!” Chinwe panicked with enthusiasm, “What is he doing here?”

' thought the king while looking at Kiara's composure and deep brown eyes . When he was about to talk again the door opened . '' The crown prince has arrived ! '' said the butler and then the prince entered . All the people in the room except the king got up to welcome the crown prince . '' I totally agree with this young lady , after all , actions are more interesting than decorations which do nothing but stand by quietly . '' said the crown prince . '' Welcome Eskylrious , my grandson and pride . '' said the king with a smile . Kiara thought that this voice sounded familiar to her . When she turned her head she remained really startled . To her surprise, the giraffe she has been referring

He yelled, and the courtroom became as silent as a grave in a matter of seconds. “Where is this supposed Crown Prince that you have?!” Jon asked, and Sawyer scoffed. “The military arm of the South has failed.” Sawyer growled. “Bodies were seen outside of the Crown Prince’s room, and no one has bothered to confirm what is happening with the Prince?” “The Crown Prince is missing, and rather than finding him which should be the uppermost thing in our hearts, we are installing another Prince?!” Sawyer yelled. “Where is this done?!” “Speak one more word, and I might be tempted to throw you out.” King Jon growled.