Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

Demanded Isaac for an answer. “I told you he is my prey didn’t I?” Reminded Shawn for Isaac to slam his fist to the nearest pillar. Shawn looked back at Dominic, “If you really think you could take over Essex try then.” Shawn pushed himself from the chair, tugging the luxurious red cape from the king and put on his own head the regal crown. He hummed a song, dancing as he settled the cape over his shoulder like a child wearing a clothes that were much bigger to his own size.

“Two days ago, Alexander personally took her to a private jeweler. Measurements, design consultations—he stayed the entire time.” My heart clenched. “There’s more,” Ethan continued. “And it gets worse.” “I accessed her private cloud. Password was Alexander’s birthday.” Inside were photos. Hundreds of them. I opened the file he sent. The album was titled: My Knight. The most recent post was dated two days ago. He said this crown belongs only to me. Just like him. Next week’s family dinner—he promised to give me a name. The image showed an exquisite bridal crown— diamonds and sapphires set in a constellation pattern.

"Why?" He tilted his head, a motion smooth and wolfish, as though the beast within him had never truly left. His damp hair fell across his brow, shadowing one crimson eye, but even concealed, his beauty was a thing to unmake the world. "Because I am a curse," he said softly through lips that looked carved for both cruelty and tenderness. He seemed too much: too regal, too dangerous, too unearthly for this small, lamplit room. "And those who hunt curses care little for what else burns in their wake."

It was Isaac, the wise sage who had given him the Sapphire Crown in the first place. "Aric, my boy," Isaac said, his voice filled with warmth and wisdom. "How are you faring?" Aric smiled at the old man. "I'm doing well, Isaac. We're making progress on the rebuilding efforts, and the kingdom is slowly coming back to life." Isaac nodded, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "But there's something else, isn't there?" Aric hesitated, unsure of how to voice his concerns. But as he looked into Isaac's kind eyes, he found the courage to speak his mind.

Chapter 91: One amongst many "My daughter... Princess Isabella Archer." The instant the curtains revealed Isabel, Lucian's eyes immediately met her gaze. His entire body tensed as his mouth fell open in shock. Isabel was beautiful... stunning even. Her hair was styled into an intricate halo braid adorned with sparkling gems that caught the light with every subtle movement. A crown, fit for an imperial princess, rested gracefully on her head, accentuating her regal presence.

I whispered. "Veronica…Veronica has the crown," Lucas whispered and paused to take a deep breath. "What crown? I don't understand… I mean, she's a princess so she's entitled to a fancy crown, no?" I asked, throwing my hands in the air. "It should not be a big deal—" "She has the crown with the royal seal," Lucas growled, interrupting my statement. He looked up to meet my gaze and I could see his eyes glow red. How much I hate that fiery temper of an Alpha.

he adds and Prince Elon's eyes widens. "Tell me! What do I need to do, your majesty? I would kill anyone." "The crown's powers can be unlocked using a spell, but it's heir's blood is one of the things I would need," the warlock informs. "Princess Rowena has him, in her father's kingdom," Elon replies. "Only because she believes he is the only one that can use the crown," Draco argues. "How do I know that she will not choose one of my dumb brothers? She is such an unpredictable character."

The top ten people all ran guilds…come to think of it, was he the one who named the guild he told me to- I let out an involuntary chuckle. He is so lame! “It appears that I do have a favour for you.” I smiled, and before I could proceed, the room grew oddly silent. “All rise, his highness the crown prince of Envia, Kassian Rickson Elias,” Dark hair, no black; his hair was pitch black with a simple gloss. His eyes were crimson like his father’s, no...they were an odd mix of crimson and green.

She ran it up Zinjo's thigh and he jumped as it tickled his sensitive area. “While I appreciate the gesture, Dark Princess I don't see how that will help us best this abomination.”He said with a soft kiss on her lips, “Once you secure victory and the Al' Miraj, I'll be at your full disposal.” Aurelia gripped him with her hand, “You better keep that promise, mister, or I shall take what I want, understood?” Zinjo chuckled and kissed her again, “I await your victory.” She met Isaac in the middle of the circle. Isaac brandished a heavy wooden club. He pointed to the parasol and laughed, “You expect to beat me with that feminine accessory? Victory is assured.” He pulled the club back and swung w

He could feel it, the cruel prince was up to one of his games again and he was going to drag him into it. Issac stood ramrod his hands behind him, "Of course! I have to rescue the crown prince!" "Good. You pick up faster than I thought." Aldric grinned, his white sharp teeth making him look more fiendish than he was supposed to look. It took everything in Isaac not to run away when the cruel prince approached him till they were standing face to face. "Now, this is what you are going to do…."