I Shall Live As A Prince Novels & Stories

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

My voice trailed off again and I swallowed “What happens then?” Scarlett shifted her weight from one foot to another uncomfortably “Esmeray. He is the prince, the soon to be king. He is strong and brave,” she held my hands “He has survived bullets, silver bullets. The prince is a man with many lives,” “But he’s not immortal, Scarlett,” I snapped “And neither is Vadirr or any of the others out there,”

"Anyway! That's why I couldn't go on a date! I have, um…a doctor's appointment! Yeah! Gotta—gotta take care of my…my condition!" Jacob still stared, his face a mix of confusion and concern. Shit. He wasn't buying it. I had to do better. I exhaled roughly, switching gears. "Actually—wait! I'm engaged!" Jacob's jaw dropped. "Engaged?!" "Yes!" I nodded enthusiastically. "To a mysterious foreign prince! He—he lives in…uh…Antarctica!" "…Antarctica?" "Yes! He's a penguin breeder! Very, um…very handsome!"

“Cayden still living up there then?” I blinked. “If you know he’s with the Priory, then you know he goes by Thefros now.” He nodded, still smiling. “So, taking her to meet the family?” “Not quite.” Oscar leaned back and studied me with too much interest. “What are you going to do when she finds out you’re a prince? That you’ve been dragging her deeper into a world she never asked for?” I stayed quiet, jaw tightening. “What if she doesn’t want to go back with you?” he added, more softly this time. “What if she wants to stay here? Would you give it up, the title, the crown, all of it for her?”

His face was unreadable, but his voice carried that commanding edge. “Ravena,” he called out calmly. “Please, do not make a scene.” I stiffened, my fingers curling around the edge of the trunk I had been closing. “A scene? Is that what you call it?” He stepped further in, his shoulders squared, his gaze steady. “You are Princess now. You have won. There is no need to stir more chaos. Live peacefully here. Do not drag these people into your pride.” I let out a bitter laugh. “Peacefully? In this place? Do you even hear yourself?”

A mirthful sound escapes Adrian’s lips and he clutches my fingers. “I’m a Prince Elsida, I cannot see myself being any other thing but kind. Please don’t try to be selfless about that company, I watched you put your sweat and blood into it.” I let out a languid sigh, finding it difficult to believe what was happening. “I’ll always be your Prince Elsida but I believe we are destined for another lifetime. Now go meet your King. He’s an impatient thing and has been buzzing my phone nonstop. I laugh and wipe my face dry.

Grabbing me by my waist, he breaks away from me and speaks; “You know, you have been living a princess life till now! Hidden and protected from the real world–” “Aren't we all?” “No, princess. Not all of us are born with a golden spoon in our mouth …some of us have worked hard to come here, and thrive to stay here.” ___________

The Prince lifted my chin and forced me to look at his face. "Dear, you are very pretty, but you are a little rude. Do you know that you can be beheaded for saying something rude like that to me?" "I know. You can do it if you want to. Draw your sword and slit my throat. Honestly, I do not know why I had to stay alive. Life and death are the same to me. Death seems happier since I feel nothing. At least I can meet my family at paradise." I said with tears in my eyes.

said Uncle Julius hopelessly. “I was trying to help you Julius,” she said while looking away. “I know Martha,” he said while looking at her. “How can we help my mother and Martha can you explain this shit” I said annoyed and she looked at me like she had seen a ghost. “What?” I asked her. “Why are you talking like some street rag you are the prince you are not supposed to talk like that” she said. “I used to be a prince but now I am free, all I want is to save my mother and then I will find my way to go to the future again” I said while crossing my arms.

“I’m a Prince and the future King. I will never crawl to anyone. Least of all, you.” “Then what do you want? Need a tissue for your tears?” She asks mockingly. “I came to tell you that you failed. My mate is alive and well, but your best warriors? All dead. Dead at the hands of the woman you call a child and say is so unworthy of being my mate and the future queen.” “You lie.” She snarls. “If there’s one thing I never do, Lorelai, it’s lie. You know that. My mate is alive and well, and already headed back to Araphyra, where you know you can’t touch her.”