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"Caspian, it's rare for the Crown Prince to think so highly of you. Even though you've been so bad to him over and over again, he still gives you a chance to win glory for the country. I think you won't refuse the Crown Prince, right?" "Humph! If Caspian really dares to do this, I will be the first to refuse! A good-for-nothing and a coward. I really feel ashamed of his royal bloodline!" "Haha, it's said that it's the royal bloodline, but in fact, there's only half, and the other half... Haha, I understand!"

It was too long, so she traced it unconsciously. A Prince. The heir. A vampire. This guy is the real heir of Crimson Palace. Her brows shut up as she stood to fix the things she used to clean him. She was busy thinking and forming a plan when she heard him groaning. She turned to see him, and his head was turning in both directions. His hand gripped the bed sheet as his veins started to be visible. She could see how his wounds healed one by one. And she also saw the gradual blonde coloring of half of his hair; it was a dull blonde. It’s not that yellow, and it’s not that white either. It was like bleach. Half of it was still black, and half was already lit.

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?

If the plan works out, there will be no more Prince or his fucked up party. I stepped out again, wondering if he at least took a bite. What was the fucker doing, anyway? Will anyone ever find out that he died from a poisoned fruit? No way, unless this is Snow White's story. But he was the evil Prince and soon to be evil King. I should stop feeling guilty or scared. While wandering in the hallways trying to justify my actions, I heard Julia's mother yell at me from somewhere about being late. I walked toward the Prince's chamber again. Did I hear voices? He was talking to someone who was responding in a relatively calm tone.

“Only the descendants are allowed to read the book, each race has a copy, and as far as I have heard, no one would be willing to tell who holds the book now since it is considered a treasure, a blessing and a curse to be entrusted with the book. I was only able to read it since I was once a descendant, but after I failed to shift into a full-grown bear, I was cast out of the kingdom, even when I am the direct descendant of their late king.” “You, you’re a princess?” “Not exactly madame, I am an heir without power. If a beast produces children, the most powerful would be the next ruler, my father hid the truth that I was not pureblood, but after he passed, I was supposed to take over the thro

Something was not right about this situation, and this unsettled me. Jeremy's mother died when he was a young pup, and his dad was a single parent to Jeremy for a while before he met my mom. Jeremy felt neglected by his dad most of the time, and he blamed me and my mother for this. The reality was he failed to see that while his father was trying to raise him for the harsh truth of being the son of powerful and wealthy Beta Damien Darkwater, he raised me like a princess.

See, It's not my fault that I'm a half-blood. I too 'had' a normal life just like you until a series of action thriller mega-fantasy stuff started to happen in my life out of nowhere. Trust me, being normal is better than all this. Being a half-blood for real is pretty...I don't need to say that, because my brother has actually told all about it, so no. Let me warn you too. If you are reading this to become a half-blood, please don't do this, you are going to be in great danger, it's better if you go to the kitchen, take a knife and stab yourself. But if you are a person who doesn't believe in a fantasy world saying fantasy is for kids and none of this is ever going to happen in your life, o

he exclaimed when the young prince's eyes change form and even blend from darkness to one's bloody. What he didn't notice though was the blood that flow like river out of the body of the young prince disrupt the bluish light that trying to overturn the bloody and darkness. The blood flowing like river was strangely block and fail to conveyed by the fragment and to be reflected out as information to this very man that begun to feel the something was amass.

Its name is 'What if A prodigy got reincarnated as a prince'. Please add this to your library and vote if you like it.//

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”