Crowning My Feral Prince Novels & Stories

Braum said, “Crown Prince your horse is ready.” Crown Prince got on his horse. As he was riding to the black mountain he thought, “Bella, do you know that when I first saw you, I told myself that I would make you mine. I promised that I would never marry any other woman but you. I would only have you in my heart. I would treat you well. I would never make you cry or hurt you. And for you I will keep my promise. I don’t need the throne. For I will take us far away. Far away from the greed of man. Away from the pain and suffering of moral’s harsh life.” “Crown Prince, hurry,” shouted Braum.

The crimson in his eyes flickered, the fire receding until a sliver of Eilis’s warm gold began to bleed through the red. He pressed his massive head into my palm, a heavy. The silence in the room was absolute. Even Arden looked stunned. Then, from the high throne, the King began to clap. "Impressive," the King said, his voice sounding prideful. "But let us see if he can stay that way when the blood starts to flow." He flicked his wrist, and a door on the far side of the chamber grated open. Three massive, scarred wolves—enforcers of the Council—stepped out, their hackles raised and their eyes locked on the Feral Prince.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. The bond was tearing him apart. His hands clawed at his own chest, his clothes ripping, his nails raking his own skin like he could somehow dig the pain out. He thrashed, choked out half-formed cries, his wolf howling so loud I could almost feel it reverberate in my bones. Alex tried to get to him but two guards blocked his way. And for some reason, that only made my wolf push harder against me, claws scraping at my insides. The Prince’s voice cut through the chaos. “This is the man you would have me believe is worthy of your daughter? Weak. Pathetic. I cannot believe this is what was meant to be bound to her.”

Talia, the gray-feathered hawk flew as soon as Tori held the crown. The moment she raised the crown using her right hand to Prince Cory's head, her red eyes never left Prince Lauren's gaze. Crowing the second prince, she's declaring who owned the new emperor. THE MOMENT that the crown laid atop Prince Corean's head perfectly like it was made for him. Tori saw how the noble faction created a diversion when the majority of the royal knights leaped from the royal family's audience area towards the podium where Tori and the crowned Prince Cory were standing. "They are using the hidden passage just you as you guessed, Cory," Tori affirmed to Cory.

With a sharp click, the door swings inside, and Rizz steps into the room, drawing our attention. “Is the competition over? Who won?” “Prince won the round. He got the flag and ten stars. Many Alphas placed a bet on him. He's now rising, but Uncle doesn't seem happy.” “Of course, he would want his son to win.” A breath slips free of my lips. Prince will surely get Jay out of prison. “What are you two talking about?” “She was telling me…” Before I can finish the sentence, Fera starts screaming, the rage snaps out of her calmness, pulling her hair, and she loses her mind.

And then she would be left alone with these feral Princes. "The Prince has returned!" A cry went up from the crowd, and every eye in the square lingered on them. Bailey felt exposed, too open, surrounded by fae. She backed her body into Silas, reaching behind her to snatch his hand. His palm was as sweaty as hers, both of them nervous. A small gnome stepped out of the crowd. "Your Highness, welcome home." He sketched a deep bow then ran off further down the packed dirt road. The other Fae stopped their errands and bowed as one before returning to their duties, soft musical voices murmuring. Beckett just continued to smirk as he glanced over at Bailey. "Welcome to the Spring Court, Halfling.

The barking grows louder the farther we go, punctuated by the metallic clatter of something being dropped. “Sorry about the noise,” Aurora says. “It’s… one of those mornings.” “Hey, could someone pass me the blue towel?” A voice calls out Aurora veers right, and I follow. A girl with dark sapphire hair tied back loosely is kneeling inside an open pen, murmuring softly as she dries a trembling dog. The dog leans into her like it trusts her completely. “That’s Breanna,” Aurora says quietly, like she doesn’t want to break the moment. “She’s the reason half the animals are spoiled babies”

“You’re mistaken, Your Highness. She was never at the ball. She’s no one important.” The prince turns, his eyes blazing. “Mistaken or not, this woman has been locked in a cellar like a criminal! You make her sleep in cold darkness? And for what? That is cruelty, Lady Mireth.” I watch his jaw tighten as he speaks, and a pull starts low in my spine, rising like a warning, or a promise. It stalks beneath my skin, a reckless sort of wanting that unnerves me. Mireth’s voice slices through like a blade. “You should know, Your Highness, she’s a half-breed mutt. Feral blood in her veins. If you were wise, you’d keep your distance.”

Lianne shifted her view to the facade of the mansion and thought well and hard. “Okay, I will go,” she answered which gave the poor old man a breather. “Oh thank you so much, Princess!” he exclaimed, smiling. “Lady Faye will be happy indeed!” “Yes, but don’t expect me to bow down in front of him,” Lianne stated whilst she climbed up to the extra horse. Lord Jared quickly shook his head. “No, Your Highness, not at all,” was his answer. *** The ceremonial coronation of the crown prince was truly extravagant.