Hunter Prince Novels & Stories

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

he exclaimed. Everyone loudly gasped in shock. If earlier, they were staring at Vermeil – this conspicuous guy due to his flaming red hair that is really eye-catching, then now their attention has fully shifted to Raine, who they found out has come from the worst high school ever. And he was even nicknamed as the ‘tyrant king’.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "

He stands directly to the left of the prince, before a large shelf nine steps away. “You go out to hunt, one fine morning,” the old man starts narrating. “You find two hares, but as they see you, they quickly flee. One runs to your left, while the other runs to your right. If you focus on one, you will lose the other. What will you do to capture both?” “I will pursue the first one and use my sword to prevent its escape. While I shall use my crossbow to shoot the other,” the prince replies. Gabriel nods in satisfaction to the prince’s response. He is confident that the strategist would be pleased with his reply.

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.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

Hunter stepped between me and Metis, shielding me from the Prince. Metis glared at him and clicked his tongue. "Be careful, dog," he snarled, carefully correcting the lapels of his suit jacket. "You know very well that you cannot touch me. I'm the Prince. You try something I don't appreciate, you die." Hunter widened his stance, his large frame blocking Prince's view. "Try to touch her and you'll die first," he hissed.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

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?

I did not look in his direction again, I dare not and instead focused my gaze on the new set of royals that emerged out. This time around, it was two men, and young boy in front of them—no more of eleven years old. Though I have never seen them before, I recognized them almost immediately by their mere looks and commanding presence as well. From the polished, ever so graceful and the Gentleman of the Lycans—Prince Harris, known to be soft spoken, but commanding, graceful, but fierce, charming but dangerous. He stood by the left, his outfit, a shade of maroon with golden embroidery. His face held a warm smile, matching the welcoming look that adorned his expression.