Denmark's Prince Novels & Stories

I spring up from the table knocking it over and causing other men to turn their heads to watch the scene ,in a split second I pull back my arm clenching my fist, I throw it forward with force that knocked on the man I played with backwards when it connected, the dull thud and gasp of breath confirmed that I winded him. The chattering of the crowd fades away when others leave the place I heard someone joining them to help but someone else stopped him informing that I'm the fifth prince. That conversation in the background took me off guard as many people in the states didn't know I was the fifth prince because I always maintained a low profile to stay out of trouble.

the Alpha stammered as Ash raised an eyebrow. "My brother, the Crowned Prince Eoin, is currently in transition to the King title, and Gamma Chance here will be his Royal Gamma moving forward. Also, as I am sure you are aware, Gamma Danny's daughter was kidnapped by someone you associated with, so who I introduce as the royal Gamma should be the least of your worries. " Ash responded, allowing his aura to seep out. "We are here as advised to gather information and pass possible judgement on any dealings." he said so matter of factly. The Alpha and Beta stood firm, but I could see the Luna sway under the fear she felt.

someone called. I turned to face him, I didn’t know who he was. “Forgive me, I am Sebastian, Prince,” he said kissing my hand. “You are Delilah’s mother I am told?” the boy looked good for being a Prince. Hell if I could convince myself to go young I would go after him.

I walked into the ballroom, all alone with no one by my side. However, my eyes zeroed in on the Prince. He had a lot of people beside him. I could recognize him because I had seen some of his pictures. He was known as the retarded and useless Prince. He was the last son of Alpha Damien and he was disliked and suppressed by the King, his uncle. However, I frowned in the next second at what I saw. He had a lady hanging onto him. I was surprised that no one had come close to me, to invite me to see the Prince.

He didn't seem to be able to do what Chandra did to him now. In the town of Sweet White Haven, because of King Edric's concern that it reached Prince Arne's knowledge. Prince Arne, the prince who lives near the town, immediately went to the Campbells' palace. Princess Chandra and Prince Arne became close friends when they were little when Prince Arne often visited the Campbells' palace. Prince Arne is older so he is considered Princess Chandra's brother.

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

Vanessa explained excitedly. Prince Dakar was a Wolf Prince from a faraway kingdom of wolf shifters. He was well-known fifty four years ago and was the dream of every lady who had heard about him. He went to wars and never lost. Was a master of archery and swordsmanship. He was simply the best.

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

Prince leaned closer, lowering his voice just enough to sound conspiratorial. “Oh, I think you will be.” Damien stopped walking. Something in Prince’s tone made his instincts sharpen. “What are you talking about?” The prince smirked. “You know that little friend of yours?” Damien’s expression darkened. “Choose your next words carefully.” Prince ignored the warning. “Soren Vale.” The name hit Damien like a spark. “What about him?” Prince’s grin widened. “Funny thing about Soren…” He leaned in closer. “He’s not exactly what he claims to be.”