Elf Prince Novels & Stories

I bow to them. Then suddenly the king is in front of me? Wait? He may not be the first prince referred to by the goddess, is he? "I'm Alessandro Vlademort Domenico ... King of Vlademort." He also kissed my hand. Is that really how they introduce themselves? So he is not the first prince right? Because he is king. But from what I read about stories about princes and kings, the first child will be the king ... So ... "We did not include the first prince because his condition was serious. And you have to come because you are the only one who can help my son." Its a story.

"Theodore? You look so handsome" Elena gushed over him as she looked him up and down. "I also want to be a demon too, you look even better than me" Fife whined. "Of course the prince would look better than you, he is a demon prince from a royal bloodline" Gad scoffed. "I don't remember addressing you" Fife sneered at him. "Enough, you two. Stop arguing" Theodore told the both of them. "I am sorry my prince" Gad apologized.

The voice that growled minx and commanded come. It’s him. My missing-in-action prince charming. The father of my son. Shit. Just like old times. I’m not dodging a bullet—I’m catching the same one I caught four years ago— straight in the chest. I was trapped.

“Absolutely fucking not. I don’t need an assistant, and I certainly do not need a slave to assist me.” “You need reminding of your place?" My father’s eyes glowed red; that's Rava, my father's wolf in control. The weight of the throne room pressed in on me, but I stood my ground. “He’s a slave... Was a slave." I corrected myself as he has just been freed from slavery. "Do you realize what it looks like to tie the Crown Prince to someone like him?” “He doesn’t belong at my side.” I gestured at Edrian with a sharp flick of my hand, not daring to look too long into those eyes that burned me from the inside out.

“Wake up, El,” Alaric’s deep, almost soothing voice drifts to my ears, waking me up from a deep sleep full of burning wolves and a dying pack I’ve just been taken from. I open my eyes to see his face inches from mine, his large hand on my shoulder. He is really handsome, flawless and his face looks sculpted from the gods themselves.

It turned out that no one could control Theo Earl Andreas, and he was twice as scary as expected. "Well, sorry for my attitude. I did come here with a purpose, which is to ask for your help. My father isn't an actual king because he can't rule properly. All he does is collect huge tribute from the people and use it to amass his wealth. Besides, the royal officials have the same behavior as my father," Prince Alex explained emotionally. His muscles bulged as he clenched his hands tightly, enough to show his emotions. "I'm not interested because it's none of my business." Theo stood up from his seat as he opened his coat. "Go away because I'm not the right person for it."

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

Due to these kinds of movies, Raine somewhat accepted what Raeyan and Yris told him about this supernatural world and supernatural powers. Also, of him having supernatural powers, too. Ice, right? Raine thought when he recalled about that princess that Raeyan and Yris told him he was the incarnation of. An ice princess… he thought, then suddenly recalled a children's story about a snow queen. This princess, named ‘Alf’, should have the same powers as this snow queen. And if this princess ascends the throne, then she would really become a queen. A snow queen.

The butler was not so gentle anymore. A dread formed in her heart. Beyond that were curiosity and a tiny part of desire. For what? To see his highness? To attend some sort of a grand party? When had she ever been interested in things like this? “Which highness?” she asked, knowing the answer. “The crown prince of the Kingdom of Maiestas, the prince of vampires, the righteous, Prince Reign Eclipsis.” Before his words ended, her attention drifted to the car windows. Was he in the car?

the maid replied fearfully before running to catch up with the rest of her team Prince Falkor was the eldest Prince of the Alpha King, tall and hairy. He loves to pack his hair up and tie it in ponytail, making his thick eyebrows more visible. His broad face accommodated all the beauties that was carved there, his lips were averagely thick and they spread wide whenever a smile appeared on them.