I Became The First Prince Novels & Stories

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

Ezeudo asked with a shaky voice. "One question at a time your Majesty." "Ikenga! Ikenga!!" "Father!" "Please come" Ikenga was the first son of the king, the crown Prince of Ohanta. He was barely four years old when her sister was kidnapped. "Take your brother to your mother's chamber. I want to make use of your chamber, go go go." "Agu!" "Your Majesty!" One of the guards outside the courtyard answered. "Please come" Agu bowed before the king.

EVen though most of the officials at that time did not believe that the first prince could do such a thing, the king at that time did not listen to their persuasion and placed the first prince in the dungeon for a month before letting him die silently away from the eyes of the kingdom’s citizens. The injustice that happened to the first prince was covered up by those opportunistic officials that are vying for the second and third prince. And with Tren and the help of half of the civil officials in the throne room, the young prince Regor managed to defeat his second brother and sent him to be exiled after being crowned as king.

His breathing was so loud that it filled my ears, it was as if he was dragging air in and forcing it out with so much strength. Reluctantly, I shook off the fear which had taken over my body and walked closer to him, covering up the space between us but remained at a reasonable distance from him. "Pardon my manners," he said clearing his throat, "I'm Prince Richard, first son of King Harold and brother to Prince Charles the soon to be King of the werewolves." He bragged with great pride in who he was and I gulped. "I am an Alpha." He declared and I nodded with a nervous laugh but the look on his face made me get myself in order and introduce myself.

"What do you want to say to me?” He sighed."I've always wanted to tell you this. But I made up my mind that I would only tell you when the right time comes. And now is the time." He kept quiet for some time as he took a deep breath, staring at me. "I am the eldest prince." "What!" I exclaimed. "Yes, I am not only the principal of the Luna Academy. I am Prince Finn!" He announced. I widened my mouth in surprise, I was really amazed by it. But then, I wasn't upset at all. I burst into laughter.

“But everything we shared was real, Lila. I never faked that. Never.” She nodded, silently encouraging me to continue. “In Aruyios, my home, I’m not just some guy with a complicated past. I’m… the son of the King and Queen.” Her brows shot up. “Tobias Rostov…” “I’m the Crown Prince.” She went quiet, and I let the silence settle over us like snow. “I didn’t run because I didn’t want the throne. I ran because they wanted to arrange my marriage, to solidify alliances. But I asked for one year to find my mate. To find you.”

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.

I turned to the rest of the members of the council. "Effective immediately, this Council is disbanded. As promised, I will take my rightful place as the Mafia Queen of this city of Avalia. The next in line to the throne is not going to be my husband, you can be rest assured… I believe this is being televised?" I asked Julio, who gave me a nod of approval. "Perfect," I said. "Just as I have introduced myself to you now as Queen Isabella Montenegro, I also introduce the first prince, the first-born child of me and my husband Damon Montenegro. Marcelo Montenegro, named after my father.”

Ì murmured and heard them announce my father's name. Ian and I stepped up next while I kept my eyes on Jaxon. “Miss Sadie Sterling and her companion, the Crown Prince of the Northern Eurasia Territories, Ian Timoshek!” Turning my shocked face to Ian I missed Jaxon standing up and glaring at us. “You're a prince?! What the fuck, Ian!” I growled sourly and huffed as I attempted to exit only to have him wrap his arm possessively around me and escort me down the steps into the fray of onlookers.

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?