Daedric Princes Novels & Stories

I am Seri Eclarim, a princess from a poor kingdom called Gebi. The world doesn't even know that I exist. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, my world would change? I was tasked with seducing the future Prince of Riovas just to protect my poor home. Was that weird or unusual? Well, I never really knew what a real princess' list of duties contained. That might have been the norm for some royalties. I'm still trying to figure out what else I can do to succeed. Am I ready for such a big responsibility afterwards? Of course not. But will I do it? I must.

Adrian said with wide grin taunting her. By the time Adrian had finished talking the three princes were right in front of them, the one with the blue eyes spoke first, “hello, my name is Prince Peter and this are my friends Prince David and Prince Dylan, it lovely to meet to meet you” the princes bowed and Serena curtised in return, Adrian just stood and watched their exchanged with a grin on his face. “My friends and I noticed that you were the most beautiful woman at the ball and we would like to know the name of such a rare beauty” Prince Dylan said and Serena almost choked as she tried to stop herself from laughing at the Prince’s cliché pick up line

More fear than anything, really. He chuckles and stands, his body towering over me like a giant, and suddenly, I feel like an ant about to be crushed. "Maddox," he replies. "My name is Maddox Archfiend. Prince of NitraVille and this is my brother, Samuel." Maddox gestures towards the other man. "He too, is Prince of NitraVille." My brows furrow in confusion. There is no Kingdom near me; I've never even heard of this "NitraVille". Who are these people.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

"Welcome to Volkar, Princess Diana." He removed his helmet, revealing a stern and battle hardened face with sharp wolf features and piercing grey eyes. "The home of Prince Draven."

"It's high time I make my move on the Kingsleys—especially his father. But now that Asher’s existence is out there..." "Declan looked completely honest last night when he said he wants Asher and would protect him with his life," Mireille said gently as the stadium lights dimmed for the team entrances. "He took the marrow extraction without hesitation, Az." Over on the far side of the player box, I spotted Declan walking out in his jersey, making his way toward the management seats. The sight of him forced off the ice for opening night hit the crowd like a shockwave. Guess this will be the very first time the golden prince sits out, I thought coldly. Consider it a welcome gift from Azrielle A

Khaedric… He tensed, clearly startled. “Show her some of that Lyperian hospitality,” Kayden said, his tone unbothered, as though the earlier moment hadn’t fazed him at all. “Introduce yourself to your future queen!” Khaedric looked between us, confused but obedient. He stepped in front of me and gave a quick, awkward bow. “Prince Khaedric,” he mumbled. “Lady Mona’s second son.” I nodded stiffly, forcing a smile. “Violet.”

The unspoken rule was clear: you don’t question a prince, no matter how surprising his appearance. Zoey, however, wasn’t focused on his aloofness. She was staring at him with wide, admiring eyes, a flush creeping up her cheeks. “Wow,” she breathed, her voice soft with awe. “Look at Prince Kirk! He’s so… dedicated. He trains so hard. I always heard he has no time being seen, but he's right here.” She sighed dreamily. “Truly inspiring.”

As I sit watching the twins crawl around, I smile and hoped they would never feel the same pain that I do but at the same time I was grateful to have them here, a boy and a girl because they kept me fighting another day. The boy I had named after Daryl, Daryl Junior or as I had been calling him DJ, two minutes older than his sister, he was the spitting image of his father, right down to his eyes. They were not the traditional amber colour of a Royal but bright blue and they gave me hope that he would have a better life than being the leader of the Royals when my time was up.

Darius watched me more carefully now. “And the mother?” “A bartender.” Disgust sharpened the word before I could stop it. “Human. Unprotected before the pregnancy.” “But protected now?” “Yes,” I said darkly. “Because the Drakes are terrified.” That caught his attention instantly. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Lord Drake has been hiding something for years. Another heir… Lucian’s twin. His name is Adrian Drake.” Darius’ expression hardened. This time, the reaction spread through the warehouse immediately.