Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

Isaac – or, Prince Thorne – was the rumored Lycan Prince. “Oh, god.” I swallowed thickly, looking down at my own stomach. I was pregnant with the Lycan Prince’s baby? “Oh, nothing too crazy.” Isaac hummed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk, “I just came here to find the mother of my pup, but from the looks of it, it seems like she’s in the middle of some drama which… I can’t imagine is good for our baby. So why don’t we all just take a breath and talk this out?”

Dragomir smiled, “Thank you Elder Axel. I do not count it as a kind gesture to Islandia but as I duty I owe my people” “You have spoken well Prince Dragomir”, he replied, “I am rest assured Islandia will be in safe hands for many years to come”, he turned behind and a servant walked up to him, his head bowed, the king’s crown was placed on a pillow draped with red and gold silks. Axel lifted the crown with his hands, “By the power vested in me by the sacred laws of Islandia, I hereby crown you Dragomir, the one true heir of Islandia, the son of the late king Nikolaus, king of all of Islandia”, the crowd cheered as the crown was placed on his head, “Long live the king! Long live the king”. He

"Your mother is safe. The Citadel is broken." "And us?" I asked, looking into his amber eyes. Dax reached into his vest and pulled out the silver crown Isabella had tried to force onto his head. He looked at it for a moment, then tossed it over the edge of the building into the dark, churning city below. "The King is dead," he said, a slow, brilliant smile spreading across his face. "Long live the Wolf." He pulled me into a kiss that tasted of ozone and the open road, a kiss that spanned fifty-eight chapters of fire and ended in the absolute certainty of the present.

Isaac stammered. "There is no need to lie uncle." River told him softly. "Yes I did it." Isaac finally confesses. "Why?" She asked. "Because, I wanted the throne for myself." Isaac opens up. "You could have just asked instead of going through my back to attack us Uncle. But for what you did, you won't smell or dream to sit on that throne." River told him. "And not only that, about what we discussed last night about the wolf god. I want to tell you that my mate, here." She said pointing at Royal. "Is the wolf god."

He spoke shaking his head. “I’m sorry King Orrick,” Isaac apologized, hands clenched tightly on the hilt of his sword, “I can’t let this plan come to past.” Isaac is a fair slender young gentleman in his early twenties, having short dark curls with no sign of maturity in his looks. Isaac is also a Prince, heir to the throne of the second most powerful Western Kingdom, North Farancia and son to King Gorge Lupin. King Orrick gazed closely behind Jerrod and set his eyes on two young men clad in black armor stepping out of the forest, one was huge and timid looking the other was lean and sick looking, having the gaze of a dying man.

The crown prince just ignored her, Evan took a glance at the prince who seemed so irritated. "I'm sorry!" Katara yelled and waved her hand. "Are you alright, your highness?" Evans asks, what happened, why is he so grumpy when he's so excited to see the young lady earlier. "How could she casually brag about kissing many times?" Evans heard the crown prince whisper, he never saw the crown prince being this pissed off before. He prevents himself from laughing, the crown prince is one of the cruelest person he even knows but when it comes to Lady Heldigard he's so soft and nice. He witnessed how he could kill someone without any mercy so he never imagined being this good.

Damon drifts toward center ice and stops at the logo. I follow. For a moment, we stand where the game began. Where so much between us almost ended. “Funny,” he says. “All that fighting over who gets the crown.” “And?” He looks at me fully. “There was only ever one.” The words hang there. Not competitive. Not sharp. Certain. Only one crown. And it doesn’t belong to one king. The arena lights dim slightly as the crew prepares to clean up. I feel his hand brush mine. Not by accident.

Even Ka Jr. They are alive because of the choices I made, I’ll do it again and again. And if that means I must carry this crown made of ash and bone, if I must reign over a kingdom of silence and fear, if I must become the very thing that keeps them safe by keeping them terrified... So be it.. My choice was the only reason why everyone is safe and curse isn't moving from one person to the other. I will reign in it. I will make it my dominion, my weapon, my crown.

(Morrigan’s P.O.V) Standing there after basically going all Warrior Goddess on the crowd, we continued with the ceremony. Killian gave Rian my biological mother’s crown, which was a Baroque black diamond tiara, giving off Gothic vibes for sure. In the middle of the crown was the face of a wolf, with two rubies for eyes. It was truly a work of art, and I was so lucky that it was able to be saved. I bowed in front of Rian, so he could put the crown on my head, and once that was done, I stood up straight. Throwing my shoulders back and lifting my chin up, wanting to show the shifter kingdom that I was strong, fierce, and not to be fucked with.

By then, Duke-X was humming a tune and sang out the instructions for them to know the password: “Looky here, o curious mind Enter the depths of this thing behind From side to side you’ll see fun But it gets better as no coin is run Take your pick from these books in the box But some volumes need a code to unlock You’ll find out the right combination From the catalogue in this direction The good thing is that if you fail You can try until you hit the coffin's nail So what are you waiting for, oh curious fellow Browse through the catalog until your eyes yellow.” “Long song, but it's quite draggy. You only need to tell us to search into the catalogue,” Maxill said blunty and didn’t mince his wo