Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

*"I have to finish. They're coming." "Who?" The lake answers. Figures emerge, cloaked in veils of living smoke, their faces voids ringed with teeth. The crown's voice swells. *"My siblings. The First Wolf's *true* heirs."* The figures kneel. *"Prince of Ashes,"* they intone. *"Your kingdom awaits."* Eden steps toward them, compelled. --- **The Offering** The crown's heirs part, revealing a throne of fused bone and starlight. Eden hesitates, his hand hovering over the armrest. *"Sit,"* they urge. *"Rule. *Save* her."*

"Your Highness, are you really going to secretly take blood from Miss Jerryton's heart and treat Miss Mullery with it?" The elderly imperial physician's hand that held the dagger trembled. The candlelight reflected the cold sweat on his forehead. Arrisa Jerryton lay on the bed. Her thin body sank into the luxurious quilt, and her face was as white as the first snow of winter. Louis Xavier spoke in a tone colder than the snow outside the palace. "Yes. I already fed her anesthetic powder. She is in a coma and will not wake up. Hurry up."

"So this year, as I have calculated, the anniversary ball will be organized by King Lucius. The same king, who for so many years, pretends to know nothing about the gem. I had a lot of patience. This time will be his last. And it will be the day of the ball. But first, I need to talk to my queen. Drake?” I hear him call me, and I walk until I am in front of him, and then he continues: "Take this sealed note." I see Brantley coming towards me, holding a wrapped papyrus in his hand. He has remained as a human too, and I know he does not like it at all. He wishes to have remained in his standard form like a dragon. He extends his hand to me, giving me the papyrus which, as I see it, is sealed w

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.

As the sunlight hits it, the stone glows red, staining my hands in blood made of light. My father’s crown. The crown of the first Emperor of Luxandra. “This is yours by right,” she nods in my direction. “But you were disinherited from ruling by the council when your brother declared you insane, a traitor, and took your spot for himself.” Eleanora shakes her head sympathetically. “Align yourself with me, and you’ll see your redemption, Prince Primus, and I’ll help you rebuild your father’s empire, one stone at a time.”

“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.”

Isla without her head. Isla, dead because of me. Isla— "Your highness!" Ray gripped me by my shoulders, shaking me out of the trance I was in. My eyes focused back on him, my heart beating wildly as I gripped the hands of the wheelchair tightly, returning to the present. "Are you alright, your highness? Fuck Axel, you almost killed me there. What's wrong?" I shook my head, prying off his hands from my shoulder. I'm not weak. I don't need to be baby sat.

It still reeked faintly of my magic, the place where I had once dared to take Kael’s Lycan essence and place it inside Dominic. Jacob blinked, wild-eyed, his dagger still pressed close to Isaac’s chest. “What the hell—?” He spun in a circle, confusion twisting across his features. “Where are we?” Before I could answer, Isaac stomped down hard on Jacob’s boot. “Argh!” Jacob snarled, loosening his grip. In the same heartbeat, Isaac bolted, legs pumping like a deer set free. He ran straight for me, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and every ounce of bravery in that small body screaming through the way he didn’t look back.

At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family. Amid a sea of scents and silks, I spotted Anna. Her dress was a relic, ill-fitting, and she trailed behind the pompous Sebastian, who was desperate to rub elbows with the elite. Her face was ghostly, her gaze shy, sticking out like a sore thumb in the glittering crowd. "Principessa Isabella..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers nervously fidgeting with her skirt. "Thank you for looking out for me in the past. I'm doing well now, and Sebastian is good to me.

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.