Crown Prince: Book Novels & Stories

These common Alphas never learn that you don’t lie to a royal wolf. “He’s a liar and a cheat. We should tear him to shreds right now!” Noctis growled in my head, and I simply shut him out. This was my first outing as the Alpha King. I can’t afford to let my emotions control me; I would merely be proving my father right. I decided to cut the tour short and save us both the embarrassment. I told him I was tired and that I would like to retire to my prepared chambers and rest before dinner. He looked relieved, and I couldn’t help the satisfaction spreading through me; he won’t know what hit him.

In his point of view, she beamed like the ray of sunshine and smell like an ocean. Natutop ko ang bibig ko at binaling ang tingin sa palad ko. My knees weakened as I intensely tried to calm my breath. I can see the familiar scenario I read from the novel. Binalik ko ang tingin sa kan'ya bago ibinaling ang tingin sa crown prince. She was in the middle of the crowds... 'The Crown Prince was stunned when their eyes met. Despite being in the middle of the crowds, Koen was able to met her gaze and accepted the outrageous feeling inside him, it was love.'

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

Other people knelt as the king starts announcing. “Today, I proclaim to all of you. Thariem of Lunekleare, the Crown Prince of Clapestris, is now, the Royal Knight of Clapestris, after the Order of Eren-Narses. The bearer of the highest title next to the King.”

I bowed my head to him and continued my search for a new entrance. I hurried back up the steps and hid behind a large pillar while I caught my breath. My cheeks were bright red and burning. 'Did I really just run into the Crown Prince?' I was in absolute awe. He was so beautiful; he wore a white and gold brocade suit with embroidery on the collar and around the wrist, the collar of his suit raised up his neck and it buttoned right down the middle with toggle closures the same color as the golden embroidery. His hair was combed back and neatly styled, a deep brown color that accented his eyes nicely. I tried to move the thoughts of him to the back of my head as I continued my search for a new

Since he was the first to finish his dinner, he became the center of attention. “The Crown Prince of the De Kruk Kingdom.” “Oh? So … it’s him? Amazing!” A participant sitting in the middle said, "These four crown princes have very different personalities, don't they?" His friend nodded in agreement, "Jimmy Sealand, the arrogant young master. Then there's Keen Ordanta, the coward. Kharel Mackenzie, the hero. And finally, Richard De Kruk, the ice man." "Wow! I'm curious to see how they will do in the competition."

My father said in anger. " And where should I have shown my face?" I asked with a frown. "You…" My father said holding his sceptre, he was about to throw it at me but I didn't care. " Liam! Where are your manners?" My mom said glaring at me. " We had asked you to come back for a very long time but you chose not to. As parents, we were left with no choice but to give you our blessings but to no point. You had placed us in a tight spot. You are the crown prince of this clan, why can't you just be like your cousin Rex, as a crowned prince, he travels on a mission to bring peace, making this far easier for the King and Queen, but all you do is bring us shame" She continued.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Whatever noble refinement he had spent years cultivating shattered like cheap glass. Sebastian let out a short, contemptuous laugh. His polished, hand-made leather shoe came down, pinning Lorenzo’s palm to the floor with agonizing precision. "The head of the family? Lorenzo, you seem to have forgotten who anointed you to that seat. In this city, what I bestow, I can reclaim whenever I please." Pinned and helpless, Lorenzo twisted his head, staring up at me with eyes saturated in pure venom. "Joanna, you make me sick. I can't believe how fast you crawled into the Don’s bed."

Said Rubia as she took the book from the Librarian “Will you be reading it in the library’s study your highness…?” “No. I will send someone to return the book. For now, I will read a few pages of the book here.” “Understood.” Rubia sits on one of the seats. While Maxwell approaches her. * “We had messaged His highness the crown prince using magic…,” said Maxwell “Is there something wrong…?” “The crown prince… He has asked of you to get on the carriage...” “I will return to the palace once I have read a few pages…” said Rubia as she opened the book