Crowning My Feral Prince Novels & Stories

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

On the night when the moon was at its fullest, I washed away the disguise from my face, revealing my true, breathtaking appearance. Amid the howls of countless wolves, I stepped forward, one step at a time, ascending the path to the throne. Below the throne, Alpha Cael, High Priest Zephyr, and High Healer Lorian knelt on one knee, devoutly kissing the hem of my dress. I turned, looking out over the land I had conquered with my own hands. From this moment on, I was the one and only Alpha Queen of this world.

He stood tall and addressed the entire Lycan pack present, "My fellow Lycans, rejoice! Our Prince has proven himself worthy of his title and has led us to victory!" The hall erupted with cheers, and the Prince felt a sense of fulfillment like never before. He had made his father proud and safeguarded their realm from the threat of darkness. And so, the Lycan Prince's report echoed through the ages, becoming a timeless tale of valor and triumph, inspiring future generations to stand tall in the face of darkness and fight for the light.

“You are my mated true match, Sigrun. I took you in my bed, I marked you, and I flooded your core with my scent. There is not a wolf in this fortress who did not wake up sensing that you belong to the Alpha King.” Oh my God. Everyone actually already knew. My mouth fell open. “That's—You—your instincts are feral." The infuriating man had the nerve to smirk and wink at me, and damn if I didn't melt a little. "Princess, I think we have quite established the fact that I am indeed a feral beast," he countered smoothly, reaching out and wrapping a large, calloused hand around my ankle under the covers, tugging me effortlessly back toward him. “We are on Northern soil. And here, I claim what is mi

It is obvious that she wants out, out of her pack, my pack and my presence, but only one of those happened and the other wants mean nothing to me. “You fear me. I see it in your eyes. That is why you want your freedom so badly. You think I’m a monster?” I ask, rising to my full height as I stalk her down. “The feral animals that roam these woods are blood thirsty. They make me look like Prince fucking charming.” She frowns, looking at me, and I give her a fake bow, pretending to be that Prince Charming for her. “Lycan King Roscoe, at your service, milady” I grin sinisterly. She is well aware I am making fun of her as she sighs heavily.

His tail surrounded me in a protective stance. “So it’s you,” Ren spoke with a sly smile on his face. “The famous Crown Princess of Solterra, the only one alive who can summon a fire dragon. The mistress of fire. Now I see where those rumors came from. You have an incomparable beauty indeed.” “Ren Lancaster,” I uttered his name with disgust. “Right.” He nodded. “I am Ren Lancaster, the king of Frostville and will soon be the king of all kingdoms. And you…” He smirked and advanced a step. “Shall be mine.”

"What are you doing here?" Fred was just about to answer when someone else spoke for him. "He's here because the queen called him. We need Prince Freds help to know more about Tamer magic in order to help you." Said PRINCE Ace, who had mysteriously sneaked behind us. His full name is PRINCE Ace Feradin. The most ungrateful, snob, rude, and spoiled bastard among the princes. He is an elf that has this weird mumbo jumbo magic that controls....errr more like plants and can see and talk to animals. Kind of like Snow White. Black hair and midnight blue eyes. Good looking but I still prefer Fred.

The air is gone, replaced by the smell of sex and dominance. "Tonight," Prime whispers, his lips brushing against mine. "We are going to ruin you. We are going to lock into you and stay there until you are nothing but a shell full of us. You wanted to be ruined? We are going to make sure you never recover." The Feral finally loses his grip. He lunges forward, his hands tearing away the last of the fabric I am wearing. I am left hanging there, completely bare, shivering in the heat and the cold of the pit.

“Give me back my crown! It’s mine!” “No!” Max shouted over his shoulder, giggling. “You said you don’t wanna be a princess anymore, you wanna be… President? Princess can’t be president, Issa. So the crown’s mine now.” He whipped around the corner of the couch, nearly slipping, then kept running. Issa screamed. “MAMAAAA! MAX STEAL MY CROWN! HE CALL ME UGLY PRINCESS!” “I said BAD PRINCESS,” Max corrected, still running. “Different.”