Dark Prince's Crown Isaac Novels & Stories

“You got what you wanted. You broke the crown. Let her go.” “Oh, Prince Dominic, you vastly misunderstand your value,” Director Vance chuckled, a cold, empty sound. “We didn’t break the crown to destroy it. We broke it to replace it. Your brother, Malakai, was more than willing to sign over the exclusive mining rights of Silvercrest to our corporation in exchange for this exact serum to use against your loyalist packs. Shifters are too volatile to rule. But a human-controlled puppet state? That is highly profitable.”

"I cannot stop the transformation, and I cannot remove her corruption without destroying the nexus point entirely." "Then we remove her," Prince Darius snarled, storm magic crackling around his fists. "You cannot touch a corrupted spirit without being corrupted yourself," the golden entity warned. "Her essence is pure malevolence refined through decades of demonic torture." Isadora's ghostly form materialized more fully, standing atop the blackening memory-flower like a dark queen on her throne. "My precious sons," she cooed, her voice dripping false affection. "Still trying to save the girl who destroyed your legacy? How touching."

“Yes. I’m sure. I’m ready. You don’t want it?” “Lord knows I do,” he breathed, voice cracking with emotion. “Isha… I do.” He pulled her into a deep, soul-searing kiss. Their mouths moved together as they had never been apart — slow and reverent at first, then hungry, desperate. Lightning cracked across the sky. For one blinding second, Isha was no longer in Zayn’s arms. She stood barefoot on the lake shore again, cold mud sucking at her toes. The same black water churned violently. But this time the creature’s massive coils were wrapped around something that glowed blood-red — the Yadav ancestral crown, its ancient rubies pulsing like fresh heartbeats. A hooded man — the same silhouette Vivi

It is the coldest place and this should explain why they have these features. They do not face the crowd nor do they look around. They lock their eyes to the three of us on the table and simply walk their way towards us. A shiver runs up and down my spine at their presence. I suddenly felt the urge to run and wish I never was in here. They give me a killing vibe and I am growing even more uncomfortable as they near the table. When they reach the table, my father stands up and says, "Kael, Aurora, please welcome King Marcus, Queen Amanda, and the two princes from Aether, Alec, and Ezekiel Kondstadt."

They mourned him and continue to do so. Someone had to take over now that the King was gone, and the young Crown Prince is doing an excellent job of carrying on his father's legacy. He's skilled at making snap decisions, and he's a natural leader. Not to mention that he's quite attractive. Anastasia isn't the only girl in the kingdom who fantasizes about him. When she sees him pass by, she can't help but steal a glimpse at him. If word gets out that she secretly admires the Prince, she'll most likely be beaten to death, but who can blame her? Despite the fact that he is rumored to be engaged, Anastasia smiles sheepishly whenever his name is mentioned. Even if he isn't enganged, a maid and a

The last words caused a slight chuckle in the group until the King spoke. “More than just a Luna ceremony, I intend to confer the title of Crown Princess and heir apparent to Isabelle, and to our new Prince, Marcus.” The entire group froze. They knew that this would significantly increase the danger to the princess, but also it would increase her protection. King Dmitri had been loved and respected for over a hundred years, and most shifters would be thrilled that an heir had been found. Marcus stood, shocked at the King's words. He had never really connected the fact that his mate was technically the Crowned Princess, and that as soon as she had marked him, he had technically become a Lycan

I stared at him for a second, then took it slowly, already annoyed because if this was another attempt at convincing me of this nonsense, I was about to lose whatever patience I had left. Then I looked at the screen. And just like that, everything in my head went completely still. The headline was bold. Too bold and looks too real. Alexandra Fisher Hale the queen of the business world is pregnant and to be married to Jacob Grey. I blinked. Once. Twice. Then I looked up at Dada. “What the actual fuck?” The words came out before I could even stop them, because at this point, manners were the least of my concerns. Because what?

he rasped. I felt the air in my lungs turn to frost. I didn't need to see the paper to know who it was. Their reactions could only mean it was him. "It’s Prince Draven, isn't it?" I asked. My voice sounded small and far away. My father slowly nodded his head. It was official. I wasn't marrying the nice prince. I was being handed over to the Dark Prince. The man with white eyes and the man that no woman has ever survived.

she spat at him. " Isabella" I warn her . Her angered gaze turns towards me "Don't you Isabella me. I'm not that girl that left a month ago, I'm a fucking dragon mistress and I will not tolerate disrespect from a prick like him. I will kill this wannabe and don't even blink twice. So don't come on by bad side Isaacs " the tone so full off venom that my blood freeze, my cock on the other hand is so hard right now ot hurts.

The whole village was buzzing with news: Prince Lucien Devereux was throwing a grand ball… to choose a bride. Rumors said he didn’t actually want a bride at all. That he preferred men. To me, it was perfect. In the old barn where I trained, I told Lydia and Evelyn, my girlfriend my plan. Evelyn blinked at me. “You’re doing what?” “I’m going to the ball,” I said simply. “As a suitor.” Lydia gasped. “Isaac, no! They’ll recognize you. They’ll know who you are!” “Not if I become one of them,” I said.