Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

All the love interests are princes of some important countries. The first love interest is Isaias Donnell, the crowned prince of Goldcrest. He is an independent, generous, and well-mannered person on the surface but his true personality is a vulgar, rebellious, and manipulative person. The heroine found this out by mistake so he decided to force her to keep her mouth shut by forcing her to run errands for him. Over the time they spent together the heroine slowly opened his heart to her and let her in.

“His Majesty has the chance to reject her. Besides, he already has Royal Concubine Hazel. And I did not want you to die under the hands of that princess and I cannot tolerate her using you against me.” “Reject her? That wench is a sneaky, hissing snake! What if she uses an aphrodisiac to make him sleep with her? She already managed to know much about the Arcana so it would be easy for her to manipulate the king into sharing the same bed with her,” Jadeite growled as she clenched her fists and the images of the princess crossed her mind. If only she was not chained, she could have scarred her face and made her the ugliest living princess to ever live.

Not merely handsome, not merely regal, but crafted in the specific way dangerous men often were—made to be trusted by those who mistook polish for goodness. In his hands rested a crown unlike any I had yet seen. It was dark, but not black. Metallic, but alive. Its structure shifted subtly as he walked, as if it were not a crown so much as the idea of one trying to become real. No one moved. Not immediately. The room had fallen into the kind of silence that comes only when fear and disbelief arrive together. Elias’s gaze found me first. Not Sol. Not Order. Not Chaos. Me. And when he smiled, it was not broad or wild or cruel in the obvious ways monstrous men often were. It was warm.

"Only she is worthy of you!" "Royal Gold? A lie wrapped in scales!" The voice dripped with contempt. I turned my head slowly. Drakon Vexis, Crown Prince of the Scarlet Sun Kingdom, stood a few paces away. His eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. Then he swept his robes aside and dropped to his knees before his father. "Father, I love Lady Vania Ashford. I will take her as my princess. My mate. My bride." His voice was iron.

Darian’s hand squeezes mine, and I lean slightly into him, drawing courage from the warmth of his touch. The high priest steps forward, robes flowing, his voice echoing through the hall. “Today, we gather to witness the coronation of Queen Iris of the Lycan realm. Her bond with Prince—now king Darian McAlister has been forged, marked by the Moon Goddess herself. The sacrifice of the past has allowed the light of life and love to flourish, and now we crown a new era.” I catch Darian’s gaze. His eyes are calm, steady, but there’s a flicker there, pride, something soft, something dangerous and beautiful all at once. I squeeze his hand, letting myself anchor in the moment.

Prince Jairo smirks, “Aunt Isabelle, how about you avoid the embarrassment and just pass me that crown…” “NO!” Jairo shakes his head and looks down before raising his eyes to meet his Aunts. “Very well.” Queen Isabelle just watches as Emma’s eyes go wide and her face pales as Prince Jairo quickly pulls her around to stand in front of him. He then pulls her into his body tightly, holding her back to his front. He then places a soft kiss on her neck as he whispers, "You are going to taste so good and you will give me what I need to beat my Aunt..."

The crown. "Not so fast my sweet." She whispered looking at my chest as she traces on my skin. Her lashes flutter as she looks at me beneath them. "My crows have informed me of a little detour on our plans. Your brother Zachary and Isabela are seeking a cure." Rage filled my form. Ofcourse they would, that little brat is to be the next king. The crown is mine. A growl rumbles in my chest, my wolf ready to emerge. "That insolent-"

Will King William ever be brought down? This Is the End of book 1**

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."