Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

But she didn’t hesitate. She called an emergency council meeting that night and announced her verdict. Elias and Elara were banished from Blackstone territory forever. Any wolf who aided them would be put to death. A month later, the old Alpha passed away peacefully in his sleep. Kael was crowned the new Alpha of the Blackstone pack. And at his side, I wore the Luna’s Crown and the Moon-Blessed Robes that had always been mine. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the wolf pendant, holding it up between us.

The grand duke, his eyes ablaze with fervor, addressed the butler with an air of authority, "How goes the party, caleb?" The butler, his features marked with a grave solemnity, reported, "Prince Addison has made an announcement. He intends to crown Chiara Windsor, the daughter of Dominic Windsor, as the empress." Upon hearing this, Lucas arched an eyebrow as he sipped his tea, his mind racing with thoughts of Elen Windsor and her rumored powers, her unwavering loyalty to her family, and her purported status as a fairy. "And what about Elen Windsor? Is she to have no part in this?" Lucas queried, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

The council chamber smelled of incense and fear. Nobles lined the benches, jewels glittering against nervous hands. Whispers flooded the air, thick and poisonous. The Alph King wasn't present but his right handman who can also make decisions in his place was there. Xander wasn't present either, probably babysitting his slave mate. I stood tall in the center, my gown chosen deliberately...deep crimson, cut sharp, the color of blood spilled. I had not come to plead. I had come to strike. “My lords,” I began, my voice ringing clear. “You have heard the rumors, but let us strip away rumor and face truth. The crown prince has bound himself to a slave.”

Jeffrey was the first to get out of one of the cars. He raised his phone and snapped a photo of my front door, shouting, "We're here! First stop of the day, getting the Toyota Crown bridal car!" The others filed out one after another. Aunt Mindy, wearing a maroon colored jacket, immediately pulled out her phone and started livestreaming as soon as she stepped down. "Today is my son's big day! I'm livestreaming the ultra-rare old Toyota Crown that most people have never seen! Let me show you what real luxury looks like!"

Entering Avalon Palace, Arthur says to William, "My clothes are still wet; I need to change. Wait for me." King Alexander, Arthur's elder brother, had finally reclaimed the royal power from their mother, the Dowager Queen, four years ago. It was during that tumultuous period that an assassin from the Ravenwood family severely injured Alexander at a banquet. In the midst of the tumultuous and disorderly situation, Archbishop John Blackwood emerged as the central and crucial figure, effectively countering the imminent threat posed by the assassin's critical strike and subsequently retaliating by eliminating the assailant. Furthermore, Archbishop Blackwood displayed his exceptional leadership b

Isaac's eyes widened, like he'd seen a ghost. Even his previously weak voice suddenly rang out loud and clear. "How are you the crown prince? And how are you the eldest princess? You're supposed to be the second princess!" Caleb's eyebrows arched in surprise. "If I'm not the crown prince, then who is?" Things were not unfolding the way Isaac had expected. Even the crown prince and the princess weren't the same people he remembered. That left him at a loss.

They give peace and maybe joy. But as the awe and wonder settled within me, my gaze fell upon a figure below: the dragon prince himself. What was he doing here? Adam stood beside him and my panic gripped me anew. How furious would he be to see me riding his dragon? Fear once again clenched my heart, as I pondered the consequences of this unexpected twist of fate Rex’s POV

Morning broke in muted gold, its warmth unable to reach the stone walls of the palace. The great hall was filled with ceremony. Nobles whispered along the marble aisles, their jewels glittering like frost. At the head of the chamber, Crown Prince Adrian stood beside Elysia, their hands clasped as a priest murmured blessings over them. Seraphina stood a few steps behind, veiled and silent. The sunlight from the stained-glass windows painted shifting colors over her pale gown, but she felt none of it. Her pulse thudded in her ears, the mark on her palm tingling like a warning.

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.