Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

could feel him even though all I could hear when I stretched out was a never-ending quiet. I was aware that he was searching everywhere for me.As soon as I hear the door knob twist, I jerk out of bed. There was an attempt to enter. The doors silently open, letting in a stranger with a covered tray in hand. “Whoa—” exclaimed the stranger, as he gaped around the room. With a strong British accent, the stranger said, “This place looks really nice.” As he continued to look around, he set the tray on a drawer. Narrowing my sharp eyes at him, I asked, “And who the bloody hell are you?” He appeared to be a little younger than I was.He had dark eyes, a soothing grin, and short brown hair that blend

By the time they released me in the foyer, tears were burning my eyes. The front doors opened before I reached them. Dante, Luca, and Bianca had returned. Bianca held up a diamond hair clip that glittered beneath the chandelier. “I still can’t believe something this small cost thirty thousand dollars.” Dante laughed. “If you love it, the price doesn’t matter.” “Besides,” Luca added, “your mother gave you the black card for your college wardrobe. You’re supposed to use it.” Thirty thousand dollars. More than I could earn in months of working at the café.

William dropped to one knee before me, indifferent to the shards of glass slicing through his pricey pants. He clasped my shaking hand, his gaze warm and filled with a gentle pity. "Sophia, my dear little Principessa, forgive my tardiness." He slipped off his trench coat, still holding his warmth, and draped it over my shivering frame with precise care. Then, with fingers sheathed in black leather gloves, he tenderly wiped away the dew from my lashes. His voice was a deep, raspy whisper. "The car held a first-aid kit, top-shelf liquor, and three hundred brand-new Brownings.

I announce that Nathan Crowther is being removed from the title of crown prince, now he becomes a traitor, he must be sought and isolated, his name never to be heard again, Thomas Crowther, my second son will inherit the throne when the time is right, and before the entire nation I announce that the winner of the Diamond Crown will be revealed. - Celine moves in the row next to her father, he is the richest noble after the king, he probably believes he will receive the title, I show a scathing smile on my lips, as soon as the news is given she will be in shock. Now it's silence that fills the hall as the king pauses to wipe tears from his eyes that I know are fake. He pretends to be sad for

“I’ve been doting on her for years, so she won’t be able to leave my side. We’ve never been separated for so long, and absence makes the heart grow fonder. It’ll be easy for me to make her happy again when I see her next time. I’ve already bought an island for her. She loves scuba diving.” Then, his voice turned serious. “Don’t be jealous. I’ll prepare even more gifts for you and our pup. What belongs to me belongs to you.” The call ended, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Someone grabbed a chair to hit me! “You really are a shameless mistress! I’m going to kill that illegitimate child of yours!” Despair filled my entire being… Bam! Someone blocked the chair with their arm, and it shattere

“I want you honest.” She turned to Vow again. “And what happens if the Crown lies?” There was a beat of silence. Then—for the first and last time—Triarch Vow spoke. “If the Crown lies,” the voice rasped through the hood, genderless and sharp as glass, “then the city burns.” Later, in a room without screens, without files, without exits—he handed her a coat. Black. Fitted. Cut like armor. “You’re inside now,” Domenik said. “You dress like it.”

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

"He is still learning. He has to make his own mistakes and learn from them but how fast he learns will only depend on him." "Isabella?" "You have to teach her the traditions of your pack. Her coronation must be soon but don't lose your guard by thinking that the late Mage King didn't have an heir. Prince Marcus is his only son. He carries greater powers than his father and is even eviler. When his father sent him away to raise Isabella as his own, Prince Marcus dug into the archives of the Mage dungeon and discovered hidden powers. If he gets access to those powers, you, Isabella and Damien put together, will not be able to stand against him. This is because he will deny everyone else their

“You’re going to come back to the castle with us, Isaac. And me, you, and your traitorous friends are going to have a nice little chat before I kill you all.” “My king, please,” he starts to beg and it’s pathetic. “I meant no harm, you know I am loyal to the Dema crown. Please my king, have mercy.” Samael stares at me and his dark gaze feels like it’s burning into my skin, “would you like to shut him up, my love?” “Oh certainly, my king,” I basically purr, both me and Danika finding it difficult not to beg him to fuck me. I place my hands on either side of Isaac’s head and twist until a loud crack echoes around the trees.

“STOP!” “GET HER OUT OF HERE, NOW!” Isaac bellows, and then I feel Isla’s trembling hands on me, pulling me back. I shake out of her grip, choking on a sob as I dart past Maddox, slipping and falling hard on my knees, but I’m up again in an instant. Something dark mingles with Isaac’s light, twin forces forged from the same ancient magic that created our world. Isaac and Ryatt. Two kings, two thrones, two kingdoms so wholly unlike.