Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

Victor steps from the shadows at the altar, tuxedo pristine, ledger floating beside him like an obedient dog. He spreads his arms wide. “Greetings, at the coronation " he declares, tone both kind and fearsome. "You’ve arrived on schedule.” Isla perches on the throne wearing a dress her legs swinging, a crown made of subway tokens perched too large for her head. Her eyes are crimson. They flash gold with each blink as if she’s battling a conflict, within her own mind and hasn't chosen the victor yet. She grins at us with lips that belong to her yet somehow do not.

Then, she darted her sight through the cotton, two-piece attire he had changed into. After a good and hot bath, Isaac was looking more like the cute young wolf he was. And, thanks to the small gap in front of his teeth, each time he smiled, he looked really adorable and jolly. His eyes trained on the flames ahead, Isaac crossed his arms and continued, “I left our home in the Verano Pack months ago to join Clarissa here at The Crown-Blood Manor, but certain bandits attacked our ferry and took all the he-wolves captive. While it was uncertain where they took us, I know they almost sold us to a certain witch who wanted young men to satisfy her sexual needs.”

Besides, he was a bit afraid of Christian, this one was capable of kicking him out of his house, more because he was jealous of the girl. "Do you forget who I am? Even if I am the sixth in line of succession, if I want something, it will be granted, understood?" he said with a very serious look, although deep inside he wanted to force his friend to take him to Lynda. Still, Isaac shrugged his shoulders in resignation, after all, he couldn't refuse a crown prince, could he? ***** Christian felt his heart fall into the void with her, tears began to flow uncontrollably down his face, he shook his hair, wishing this was a terrible nightmare, he ran downstairs, stumbling as the tears clouded his

Even by the palace maids, as Mitchell had just continued his speaking when the corridor was completely deserted with no one else besides them. "I can't hold it any longer…," Daniel could feel Isaac's form spell slowly melting away, bringing out his true form. "I put all my energy into using this disguise spell. Unless you have other ideas?" "Did I hear it correctly? You put all of your energy into chanting that spell? With strong magic powers like yours, it shouldn't matter. Are you joking with me or what?" "You're so noisy..." "Don't you have your jewel— " "My jewel was stolen by the warlock of the Northern Kingdom, who now becomes the ruler of the Northern Kingdom, Phillip Crow. Ring a bel

He straightened up. “This is my house.” “Not while I'm in it.” And he headed for his room, leaving his father with a heavy heart. He hoped, at least, to even share a meal with his son. *** The car stopped right in front of the entrance, and Isaac alighted after the airport security got the door for him, heading straight in. Dan ran in front of him and led them to the check-in counter, by-passing all those in line to reach the staff. He placed the crown prince’s medallion and phone, which had a picture of Natalie displayed on the screen, before the corporately dressed man. “Treat this as a royal emergency. Natalie Cabel, what flight is she on?”

Does he expect me to thank him for his efforts, or what? “Report,” I commanded. He recoiled as if I slapped him, recollected his thoughts, then spoke. "Your Highness, the west is producing an unnatural amount of mana. We've identified a few people sneaking in contraband at Karandishs’ ports, mostly under the influence of dark magic. My men retrieved these documents, stamped with an unfamiliar seal, and withheld the distributers. Upon interrogation, the suspects do not cooperate to provide any information on their whereabouts.” The knight recounted.

But I didn't have the strength to move my lips. "She's fading," Isaac said, his voice thick with emotion. "The Crown took it all. There’s nothing left." "I won't let her go!" Rowan roared. "I won't!" I felt a sudden, sharp heat in my chest. It was Rowan’s golden light. He was trying to pour his own life force into me, even though he was already exhausted. It felt like a tiny candle being lit in a dark room.

The crown prince just ignored her, Evan took a glance at the prince who seemed so irritated. "I'm sorry!" Katara yelled and waved her hand. "Are you alright, your highness?" Evans asks, what happened, why is he so grumpy when he's so excited to see the young lady earlier. "How could she casually brag about kissing many times?" Evans heard the crown prince whisper, he never saw the crown prince being this pissed off before. He prevents himself from laughing, the crown prince is one of the cruelest person he even knows but when it comes to Lady Heldigard he's so soft and nice. He witnessed how he could kill someone without any mercy so he never imagined being this good.

Althea fought her way back to Argos for Lysandros and helped him reclaim the throne, only to find herself trapped in the enemy kingdom of Thrace, wearing a slave's collar for three full years. Through three years of mortal danger, being dragged behind chariots, and bone-chilling winters, Althea survived on a single conviction: her betrothed, Lysandros, would come to rescue her. But when she finally set foot in the royal city again, what awaited her was not an embrace. It was a heavy golden laurel crown pressed against her brow, the Sacred Flame seal clutched in another woman's hand, and a royal heir growing in that woman's womb. She clung to one last hope: perhaps they had cast her aside onl

Alphas‚ Lunas‚ pack leaders‚ high-ranking dignitaries‚ and foreign royals‚ the entire supernatural world had turned out in full force to witness the crown heir claim his mate. I could see Killian standing proudly at the grand altar dressed in his immaculate full royal uniform‚ deep midnight black and brushed gold‚ heavy silver medals gleaming across his broad chest‚ his jaw cleanly shaved‚ and his dark hair swept back from his face. He looked less like a mortal man and more like an ancient royalty carved straight out of myth and dark magic. Isaac stood directly beside him‚ nervously straightening his own silk tie with the fidgety habit of a human thrust into high-society wolf traditions‚ whi