Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

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…."

Damon uttered. Finally getting the chance to inspected him properly, I realized he was middle-age man, who wears a long black coat, in the middle of the summer, isn't he melting under that, I thought. “And I'm here to help you Lilith III,” Isaac smirked and I noticed he has a gold crown over his canine, “Why now— why come now? So many have died.” “Because I was told to only offer my services when this rune on my arm illuminates, I tried to ignore but it kept burning my flesh away— as you can see,”

“Truth destabilizes kingdoms.” Aera stepped closer. “Then maybe it deserves to be destabilized.” ⸻ The Crown’s Echo That night, Aera dreamed. She stood before the divided crown—three arcs hovering in the air. Two glowed faintly. The third remained dark. A voice whispered: Find the others. She woke with her sigil blazing. Not reacting. Calling. ⸻ Elsewhere A hooded figure knelt in candlelight. “The Crown is waking,” they said. Another voice answered, calm and cold.

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.