Iron Prince Novels & Stories

Hunter's POV "Hey, Princess," "Is everything okay?" "Where are you?" "I'm at Hera's place" "Can you stay there till I get back? I need to be somewhere important," "What's going on?" "Stanny got kidnapped and we need to save him," "Are you going alone?" "No, Princess. Arnold and my dad are with me," "That's better. Go safe your friend," "I love you," "I love you too. Stay safe"

“Don’t call me that.” It was a threat that sent shivers on Amir’s spine. He might be young but his presence was as overwhelming as the head of the clan and the commander of the midnight serpents. His cold voice and icy glare would be enough to make average people tremble in fear. He could feel his authority by just standing there, even without saying a word. There was no doubt that the young man in front of him was Arkin Dio Amiel Josiah von Clandestine— the one and only crown prince of the empire.

Reginald Morel. “It’s okay, Patrice,” Prof. Althea assured him. “He’s in good hands.” “A-are you sure, Prof. Althea?” Johan called from the group next to theirs. It looks as if he’s ready to run towards his friend Dorin. “Yes. The high oracle, Pan Phineas, was once a Heilig prince,” she explained. He is a descendant of the thunder gods, and is the only person in the whole empire who could teach Dorin to control his inborn powers.”

I said as I sat down opposite her. “You're Arab, aren't you? My father said the man who hired him was from the same country as him. He just hadn't told me he was the son of a sheikh. You're also rich, from what I can see. Your house is magnificent.” she talked as she chewed. It looked hungry. “I am the son of a sheikh who rules my country. My brother is the king.” "Wow! So you are the prince?” “Let's say so” I confirmed feeling awkward when she referred to me that way. I was so used to my life in New York that I often forgot my royal ancestry.

all i cause i trouble and pains to others. Why am i even alive? I choked. End of POV "Are you alright?" A man's voice made Petris take a 360 degree turn. There stood a man beautiful as hell. The most perfect thing about him was his chocolaty complexion but Petris being her usual self didn't give a fuck about his looks. "Hi! i am Eli Johnson. Son of Taylor Johnson and you are?" (Eli Goree actor as Eli Johnson) He is the prince of trolls no wonder he has a powerful yet cold aura.

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

I frowned and shook my head lightly as I tried to make sense of it. And that guy who came in, he was a little taller than Ulrich but Ulrich seemed scared of him. My frown got deeper. And he called him ‘Your highness’ He even told him he’d make a great king one day. I placed my elbow on the chair’s arm, then rested my cheek in the palm of my hand while I continued to look at the ‘young master.’ I shook my head. He’s a prince? From where? I searched the internet but there’s no prince that looks like him or has his name so what’s going on here? That guy, Miers, he talked about silver bullets. What’s silver bullets got to do with anything?!

I was the only one left now. "I just know. They need protection and the Prince agreed to help them. With all their wealth and resources combined, Ian will be quite powerful compared to his brothers. The King has been keeping quiet until Ian is strong enough to get rid of his brothers. He will most likely return with the Princess of Colchis tomorrow." "Didn't you hear the rumor that he is back already? He returned without the Princess." "That cannot be possible." "Oh, it is, because he is here, Nana. And it is not a rumor."

"You shall be named Micage, Micage Alexander King, the bite after the roar, a keen leader, strong, brave and protective, you are meant to be a king amongst all Alphas and kings" She searched his right shoulder for any mark but saw none but on his chest, his right breast side, the shape of a crescent moon. She knew then the prophecy was real and she felt more bitterness in her heart. "Davis, they......" Another pain rocked through her. Davis paled taking the child again who started crying along with his sister. He positioned himself ready for another child but was shocked the more when steams with leaves wrapped all over her body from her legs slowly upwards. A crashing sound outside draws hi

Both of his hands grip the railing as he tries to host himself up to no avail. Both of the men that are front and center grip one another. Each hand lashing out and locking their appendages together. Both begin to render their power. Flames begin to below from the prince’s feet while purple arcane power begins to flow from the armor that Scar wears. The right leg of the prince begins to give out and slams down on the snow-covered ground as if he is kneeling to the orc. Through the corner of his eyes, he sees his class, the hunters he would come to know as family. The twins are both Ashenfall and Moreen. Alongside them are Forevine and his now dog that sits by his side and watches. The sensat