Harry Potter Is A Elf Prince Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Royal Guardian H E M I L I A "I don't think this is going to work between us." The Prince said to his lover, who began to cry. It's Princess Flora, her beautiful body covering her forms with prestigious clothing as a person from the aristocracy like a golden gown, her face spotless and round suited her perfectly, her blonde hair sparkling under the hot sun framing her face and lastly those blue eyes filling up with tears, heartbroken and desperate for his attention.

Shawn looked over at her suspiciously and asked, “You know what he wants from me?” “We are well aware of the prince’s needs,” Mrs Wright said with a slight smile on her face. “It is not normal, he is a prince and yet chooses to do this?” Shawn questioned. “You will have to speak to the prince to get your answer, my Lord,” Mrs Wright answered avoiding the topic. One of the servants walked in and curtsied to Shawn who just looked at her. She whispered into Mrs Wright’s ear. Mrs Write nodded her head and watched the servant as she disappeared then looked at Shawn and said, “Prince Aldridge’s gift for you has arrived and is waiting in your chamber.”

One she-wolf half whispered — half squealed. “As if they would have the audacity to try something like this under our very roof!” Responded another. “What I can’t believe is that the Prince was stupid enough to stick around. What was he thinking?” “Doesn’t matter now he’s in the cells, they will get the whereabouts of our future Luna soon enough.” A tall haughty looking male wolf crossed his arms and looked at the she-wolves with a cocky expression, not bothering to talk in a hushed tone.

I pushed the fluttering away, locking it behind a thick brick wall, and replaced it with blind anger. “Oh, so you care now?!” I snapped. His eyes shot up to me, confusion flashing across his handsome features. He set the glass of water down on the counter, and took a step around towards me, but I held a hand up to stop him. “Don’t, don’t come any closer to me. I already fell for Moira’s bullshit; I’m not falling for yours too.” I felt pain pull on my heart, and I pushed it away, letting the anger roll off of me in large tidal waves. “You kidnapped me for some sick treaty, beat me into the ground, threatened to kill my only family.” My voice broke as I thought about my father, pain twisting t

“Ms. Lily, have you opened your gift?” I froze. How did he know my name? And how did he know about the charm? No…….is this old guy the Lycan prince? “How do you know my name?” “I know a lot of things about you,” He replied. Creepy. “Uh…..thanks for the books but I have to go now,” “Ms. Lily. My name is Sedrick, I am Prince's butler,” I stopped walking. I glance over my shoulder. “Is he here?”

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

she asked, toe tapping against the weathered porch boards. Damn. She got me. I had done my best to learn what I could about Tobi’s world, and yeah, I knew he was a prince. But I hadn’t really thought it through. Not all the way. “I mean… we haven’t exactly talked about that yet,” I muttered, trying to keep my composure. “A crescent moon,” Moira said, exasperated. “I guess we should start calling you Princess,” Oscar teased with a grin. Henry turned in his arms, confused. “Wait, what secret is she keeping?”

--- Yuki's POV New hair. New me. Correction: New iconic hair. Even more iconic me. I stepped out of the salon, running a hand over my newly snow-white hair. The dull brown tresses that had yelled, "I pay taxes and cry before bed" were no more. I now looked like an anime heroine with a bad trauma record and a glitter habit. Short—perfect. "I look like a deadly elf," I gasped, peering at my reflection in a window. "A sexy, emotionally unstable elf queen.".

I grabbed it and saw a message from an unknown number. : Hi, this is Lurcos. I forgot you dad gave me your number so I called you before fetching you up. Anyways, have a good night's sleep, Princess. I didn’t know how it happened, but my heart feels like it's jumping in so much joy. Does this kind of thing really happen? Weird. I didn’t feel this way the first time I laid my eyes on him. This started when we started getting along. : Ok, nighty-night!

"Yes I am, why did you ask Prince Arthur?" "Well, have you remember what I said earlier? It was about the Amazonian warrior I almost fell in love with. She was nice to be with. And my parents wanted me to marry her after our battle with the werewolves!" "They must see something special about her as well!" "Indeed, because like me she is also capable of using magic. Her name is Elora!" "Really? She has a nice name, so she could revive dead creatures too?"