Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

Kellen's voice was firm as he responded, "I do." The priestess smiled, opening the box to reveal a golden crown. "Then let us crown you, Alpha King Kellen." Daciana's eyes widened with surprise when she saw the crown as she slowly turned her gaze to Axel. "I don't recall your father ever wearing a crown." She muttered, causing Axel to chuckle amusingly. "Well, yeah. The crown was my idea." He admitted casually, causing Daciana to roll her eyes and shake her head. As the priestess placed the crown on Kellen's head, the audience erupted into cheers and applause. Kellen turned to face the crowd, a proud smile etched on his features.

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.

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-"

"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."

He stumbles and falls down from the raised plateau. "Reza?" guesses Alicia shocked. Disguised as Karl, he definitely was able to hide himself from thirteen men in the valley. But his only green eyes are enough for her to identify him. Reza opens his helmet and throws it on the ground. "Prince Reza," he announces. "You declared them traitors...now here to save them?" asks Zakira standing up. Zakira's sword is still gripped in Reza's left hand. He throws it in the air towards his right hand. Gripping in his right hand he takes it closer to his face.

“We cannot keep her, Jarvis. We’ve made the mistake of bringing her here.” “You do not have to give her the crown; she still belongs here, with you as her mate.” Jarvis continued. Instantly, a chunk assembled in Kaizen’s throat; it was painful to swallow. Roxanne being his mate was something he wasn't ready for or wanted to acknowledge. “She is not my mate,” he compelled the words out. He couldn't afford to get a mate, not now, not ever. Azriel chortled. "Keep saying it, and you might start believing it. You have been fortunate to meet your mate, Kaizen; some of us aren't lucky and we have accepted our fates. You should keep her.”

She managed a smile quickly covering up her actions. Kathryn sighed. Serenity furrowed her brows at her words, the name sounded quite familiar. "Carolyn? Who is Carolyn and why are you thinking of her?" The sadness on Kathryn's face dissipated into a frown immediately after Serenity asked that question. "Oh my, we have been silly excluding Serenity from the good fortune we just received today. Kathryn turned to Sasha as she spoke and quickly took her eyes back to Serenity. "She is going to be the bride of The crowned prince. Kathryn stated with her chin lifted high and continued. "She has not been formally introduced yet, but that shall occur when everyone is present".