Crowned Prince Book Novels & Stories

Phidius asked. "I know, everyone settle down, let the class begin." Fire elder said reluctantly. Devon was taken away to be healed by the water users. Theodore suddenly laughed out loud, they all looked at him wondering why he was laughing. "What amuses you? Crown prince." Fire elder asked. "You want to teach me fire control? You?" Theodore asked. "What do you insinuate crown prince?" "I am the crown prince of hades, my father is the king of hades. He is the best fire user, the only reason you are the fire elder is because he is the king and he cannot hold two posts at the same time."

They didn’t think that the usually amiable king could actually do such a thing! “Maybe… maybe there was just a misunderstanding…” Vira muttered, trying to find a reason to clear the royal family of guilt. “Sister.” Lovis called. “It is true.” He said. Vira looked at him. “Because I read it in a book before.” Lovis spoke. “I just… didn’t expect that the person who did such atrocious sin would be the king.” He told her. Vira’s entire body trembled and Yris immediately treated her again to stabilize the child on her stomach.

Cursing under her breath, she looked behind her and saw the prince struggling to crawl towards the nearest trunk. Even with the pain hindering her, she still rushed to his side and helped him hide from the men hunting them. Only then, she felt her hand touching something warm and its metallic smell just screamed nothing but a problem. The prince was bleeding and with his shallow yet fast breathing, it would be too hard for him to go further. This made Emery accept the bitter truth that doing nothing but run was a prolonged suicide for Prince Cornelius. “You should have let me take care of your wounds a while ago,” she sneered as she unbuttoned his shirt as fast as possible. “Now look what it

The wealth, the power—it was all a lie. And there, sitting casually on a throne at the far end of the room, was the Crown Prince himself. Callum Silvermark. I’d heard of him, of course. Who hadn’t? The young, charming prince with a smile that could make any girl swoon. But I wasn’t any girl. And the moment I saw him, lounging on his throne like he hadn’t a care in the world, I wanted to kill him.

“And I don’t chat with his errand boys.” He didn’t even blink. “It’s about the will. You’ll care.” She snorted, a harsh, bitter sound that hurt her throat. “What, he leave me a stale cookie? Keep his scraps.” She started trudging off, boots slurping in the mud, but Roman kept pace, his umbrella suddenly over her head. It pissed her off, him crowding her like that, like he thought she’d melt. “It ain’t scraps,” he said, calm as hell. “It’s half his empire. Fifty billion, rough guess.”

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

There’s pleading and desperation in her voice, emotions I think are enough to make the drunken prince feel remorseful but instead, he laughs. He fucking laughs in her face and says, “Keep this up and you just might burst a vein.” Queen Lauretta gasps at his rudeness. Who knew the royal household was literally a battlefield? He turns to the crown prince. “And we wouldn’t want that for our mother dearest, now would we?” But he doesn't even give the crown prince a chance to reply as he reaches for the omegas he came with and then storms out of the ballroom. In his wake is a deafening silence.

The one who had arrived was no mere envoy, but the ruler of the entire werewolf kingdom, the White Wolf Alpha King himself. Alexander and the elders hurried down from the platform, bowing deeply. "Your Majesty." "At ease." Father's voice carried across the square, steady and commanding. Then, he stepped aside, revealing the figure behind him. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. Alexander's eyes widened as his gaze locked onto me. I showed up in full ceremonial dress, but what I wore was not the dark-patterned Luna gown of the Greystone pack. Instead, I wore a robe of brilliant silver-white, the attire of a princess of the White Wolf royalty.

“Another noble who thinks beauty is enough? Pathetic.” Embarrassment burned through me, but I refused to cry but ot in front of all these strangers. I knelt down and began gathering my belongings alone, biting the inside of my cheek to keep my hands steady. Just as I reached for the last fallen book, another hand picked it up first. I looked up slowly and found myself staring into piercing emerald green eyes. Kael Draven. The Crown Prince of the Shadow Kingdom stood there, tall and intimidating, his jet-black hair framing a face carved from ice. He said nothing as he handed the book back to me. His gaze lingered far longer than necessary, studying me with an intensity that made my pulse quic

I was the famously sickly daughter of a great general. A cold breeze could make me cough blood. Unfortunately, I also had echopraxia, which made me compulsively imitative. Whatever I saw, I copied, and nobody could stop me. When I was three, one of my father's mistresses staged a hanging to win his attention. I thought it looked interesting, looped a sash around my own neck, and copied her. By the time a maid found me, my eyes had already rolled back. The physician forced three bowls of restorative down me through the night before he got me back. When I was five, my half sister threw herself on the floor screaming for candy. I copied her and stayed unconscious for seven whole days. My fa