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?”

​ 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.

"It doesn't make sense, though. If I didn't need you to be a phoenix, why receive you in the first place?" "You need a king's flame to awaken your phoenix. Fascinating how much knowledge the Moon Goddess knows about our kind. She planned all this from the very beginning. Very clever." Blizzard would be the perfect impersonation of Sherlock Holmes had he had an English hat, a pipe, and a raincoat. "Since I'm a descendant of the first Ice Phoenix king, having my flame gives you an advantage. The stronger the leader, the more power he shares with his subjects. This makes you as strong as my son, if not stronger knowing you share blood with the Moon Goddess Champion. Incredible." His chest swell

Said by the man standing at the threshold. Both Irvin and Hillary looked at the newcomer. It’s Henrick. Still in his uniform just like Irvin. “Who are you?” Hillary. He bowed his head in courtesy to Hillary. “Prince Henrick of Evans Empire. Pleased to meet you.” Irvin smiled at his presence while Hillary glowered at him. “May I have the honor to enter your palace, Princess?” Irvin even laughs at him playing their games. Hillary stared at Irvin for help. She was personally torn between talking to this stranger and letting him join them. “It’s fine. That’s a friend of mine, my Princess.” He assured her.

“In case everything I said didn’t make sense to you earlier, Thalia Blackwood,” the Prince knocked me out of my thoughts. I stood back there, shackled and filthy, trying to ignore the way my wrists burned where the chains rubbed against raw skin. I didn’t have time to dwell on the pain. Not with *him* staring at me like that. Callum Silvermark, Crown Prince of Kyrador. His sapphire-blue eyes were fixed on me, cold and calculating.