Iron Prince Novels & Stories

“What is it?” “Someone’s here,” she said. “Enemy?” “No.” Then who? A shadow stepped out from behind one of the arches, tall and graceful. Silver hair falling to his shoulders. Eyes golden like dawn. A long, moon-stitched coat. Cold elegance in every line. The Lunaris Prince. Kael swore under his breath. “Of all times—” Ianthe groaned. “Why is he pretty? That’s inconvenient.” Eryx whispered, “That’s the Moon King’s son. What is he doing here?”

And of course, he's always able to see eight through me. A frustrated sigh escapes his lips as he walks closer to me . “You deserve to know who he is,” he mutters, his voice tight. “The man who just left… his name is Vince. Prince Vince of the Crimson Court. He's a vampire prince.” I blink. “Vampire’s are real?” He nods once. “Yes, and they're manipulative bastards.” That earns a raised brow from me. “Go on.”

"I'm sorry." "You should be careful here, Ivone," he said to her, not sounding upset one bit. Ivone lifted her head to look at him, "You're a Nyxorian in Elyria, you should keep that in mind the next time you plan to sneak out. If you get caught and branded a spy, I will have to exercise my duties as the Alpha Prince of Elyria."

​ For the first time in weeks. The prince stood at the edge of the platform, clad in a sleek black dive suit that clung to every ridge and plane of muscle. No robe. No armor. Just the tight material outlining shoulders broad enough to block out moons, thighs thick with Kragvorn power, and the faint shimmer of Vyrkath scales already beginning to emerge along his neck and forearms. His horns caught the moonlight like polished jets. ​ Lirian’s stomach flipped. ​

"He's clearly an Elf you idiot." "True." Fred said. "That was no warlock magic. And PRINCE Ace is a pure blooded elf. Their line has no hint of other supernatural." The princes were in deep thought as they tried to figure out Ace's magic. But for me, I only need to know one thing that keeps on bothering me since this topic was brought. "Hang on for a second." I said, catching all of their attention. Feeling four sets of eyes on me, I took a deep breath. "Are you guys telling me that, because of Ace, THE PRINCE Ace, the royal pain in the butt, was the reason that you guys found me?"

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.

So how could he answer the man when he is turning his back towards him? Zhi Yin was born arrogant, and he knows his status well. No matter how mild he looks and acts, deep inside he wouldn’t allow some things happening that would disrespect him. He is the Crown Prince of the Edrinon, even though people don’t know his real identity, still, he wouldn’t let some of their actions slide just because they are ignorant of his real status.

Yris nodded and produced a vine from his hand. Raima’s eyes widened in surprise. “Meanwhile, Raine is the incarnation of the princess, Alf, who is the guardian of ice.” Zedrick continued and glanced at Raine who didn’t react. “My brother, Vermeil, should be the incarnation of Phyros, the guardian of fire and the princess’s lover.” He smiled. Vermeil sat upright but his ears were red like his hair.

He would have killed that girl then and there, but he need the name of the poison which she used on that sword to paralyze Irina. The Raven Prince is the most powerful and feared among all the dragon clans. No one has the potential to stop him or go against him. He is just twenty-five, but dragons who are more experienced than him are all scared of him. No one can win over him. His word is a law and no one would dare to go against it. But for the first time, a slave is living even after being at the receiving end of his wrath. "Did you find anything about who she is and where she came from?" Cadmus asked the chief commander of his army.

Your prince SEBASTIAN,