Daedric Princes Novels & Stories

His expression and reaction during the previous meeting regarding my ascension over the throne seems off and etches jelousey,his constant and presistent rage filled scoffs and hisses proved his hidden desire for the throne. And did I forget to mention Drake was adopted?. At the tender age of two,he lost his parents,Lord's and mistress of the blue moon pack extincted by rage filled rouge's attacks. Being the last survival after the death of his all protective beta,he was found lost,a cute infant alpha prince lost within the woods, weeping helplessly in search of a guardian. Also being the all soft hearted and caring woman,mom decides taking him in against dad's will but after much persuasions

Those traitors. Theo then spoke up, “Drake… why did that traitor call us Princes of Lights?” He took a breath before continuing, “He didn’t bang his head somewhere hard and forgot we aren’t the Saeri, did he?” Drake could have laugh loudly if he didn’t have broken ribs to worry about. Theo was still Theo. He would make anything light when they are in a heavy situation. “I don’t know, The.” Besides, no one knew the real face of the two Princes.

And there, standing in front of them was the cruel prince in all his dark glory. "Maximus…." He called her name, looking a bit pissed, "I didn't summon you." "I know that, master. But the shy Fae you gifted me is beginning to get quite impatient. Moreover, he's accomplished the task you gave him already." She said to the cruel prince without an ounce of fear unlike him who shivered when Aldric's gaze collided with his, finally noticing him. "You are still alive?" Adric said, rendering him speechless. What's with these people wishing him dead? He almost thought the prince liked him, having taken him in as his soldier.

A proof that she was raised well. When I had a chance to step foot in this place the last time, Dralia had not yet been accepted as the daughter of the prince of this kingdom that until this present time, it is Sir Dracu who ruled the entire kingdom firmly, and who was then the headmaster of Del Mundo Elementary School. That was the first time I saw him in person, but not as Dralia’s biological father. But instead as a principal of such a school.

, the priest said proudly, not noticing the deadly look on Lucien’s face. In seconds, the priest head was severed from his body, everyone gasped at the bizarre sight. “now, let’s start again, i am Prince Lucien of the Da Vinci family and heir to the throne of all the nine plains, including the one your bastard king is sits on, i’m only going to say this once, failure to comply, all of you will end up like that man”, he said, pointing to the priest dead body. “where is the Princess!!”.......

He straightened up, a slow, mischievous smile spreading across his face. "Ah, the lady of the hour. I'm Vincent, Noah's brother, the one who shuns the limelight of royalty." Vincent, the second prince. His name was a whisper in the castle, a shadow that few spoke of. He had the same regal bearing as Noah, but where Noah was ice, Vincent was fire. "Why are you here?" I questioned, trying to keep my voice steady. "To meet the famous Lyla, of course," Vincent replied, his voice smooth as silk. "The one who's turned our world upside down."

That would be— Oh, Goddess. "Madame Dalia." Nine perked at the voice, both her and Mom standing from their seats as they turned around and bowed. King Leonard Byron had not looked like she had expected him to. She already knew werewolves aged slower, but he looked young, for someone she knew had ruled Raester longer than she had lived, and at his left stood a look alike of his. The Crown Prince. Unlike everyone else, he didn't stare at her with disdain, or disgust. Instead, his face bore something of curiousity. Like he wanted to know more about her.

Drake was demonstrating the power that he possessed by stroking the crown that was affixed to his head. "Dylan, you are my dear brother; our bodies are made of the same stuff. You won't be able to get away from this situation no matter how much you try. You are the prince of the kingdom of Knight, and as such, you are responsible for maintaining the prosperity of the king.”

Ambrose spoke clearly, his voice echoing around the rocky valley. A deal? You are lucky Fae Prince that I do not bite your head off. Rhae blinked slowly, trying to recall if she heard that right. Prince? Ambrose hadn't told her that she was a prince. Ambrose shook his head and tried again, "Please, Astarot, we need your help." The large purple draekon snickered and looked down at them again, Speak your needs. We will decide if we want to help. Ambrose turned to Rhae and nodded at her, standing and stepping behind her.

“I guess the prince is just like that.” “No, he is not,” Gabriel replies sternly. His face burns with seriousness. “It is the first time he did such a thing.” “Really?” “I have been by the prince’s side since we were young. We grew up together and we see each other as friends. He is not the type of person who would mess with other people. Instead, he is the type of person who would do anything in his power to make things better and make everyone happy. He is the epitome of perfection,” Gabriel’s eyes light up. “Intelligent, handsome, kind, and talented, he is the future of this kingdom. And you are the first person he pranked.”