Iron Prince Novels & Stories

Smoke filled the circle and a figure stepped out. He was beautiful in a terrifying way. Tall, broad-shouldered, with skin that looked like warm bronze and eyes that burned red for a moment before settling into deep gold. Horns curved elegantly from his dark hair. An incubus prince. “You called me,” he said, voice smooth like velvet wrapped around steel. “Brave little human. What do you want?” I swallowed hard, still on my knees. “Power. Money. Enough to save my family. I’ll pay any price.”

EZRA'S POV The footage had been running for about what? Forty minutes before I realized I was yet to blink. I reached up quickly and pressed two fingers against my right eye, just to confirm if I could still blink. I didn't want things going wrong when I was this close to my goals. Luckily for me, I could still blink so I looked back at the screen. Ice Princes Of Hell. To be very honest, the name was ridiculous. What were they trying to do? Intimidate their rivals before putting on a show?

After a few minutes had passed a throat was cleared which in return caused Zion and I to look over at the door. “Presenting Prince Alcander Gartreides. He is the prince of all werewolves, son of Draven Gartreides king of the north, and king of all werewolves. Our sire will reign with grace one day and lead us into greatness.” An unknown voice said, and I got up from my chair. I curtsied lowly before the prince, his footsteps were slow and steady, and they stopped in front of me.

"If you would please take the lead?" Without hesitation, the calm-looking prince rose to his feet and put a smile on his lips. "Greetings, I am Lazul Horacin Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy, a member of Sierpenti, and the first ranker of this year. One of my hobbies is stabbing people who annoy me." His grin widened which brought silence in the room and made the atmosphere turn cold. I stared at him with a cringe and looked at Delaney, who could only sigh. Wait, is that true?

Shawn sighed then smiled, he turned to look at the king and said, “Well now, I wouldn’t say that especially when you rely on the second prince for so much.” “And he is entrusting you with all of this? Why?” The king asked. “I honestly do not know. Here we are and please be prepared for what you are about to see,” Shawn warned him. He opened the door as he looked at the king and said, “I will be out here.” The king walked through the door and by the window drinking tea, he saw a young man with ginger locks just like his own and all his other children. His heart started racing as he recalled knowing that perfect posture and said, “Christian?”

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

Rory apologized as we walked in. The Prince was staring out at his window. His back to us. "What is her name?" He asked without looking back. "Amaya Harkins, daughter of goddess Athena." Rory said. The Prince turned and faced me. Then I saw his face, his beauty shone like a flame, vital and bright, drawing my eye against my will. His mouth was a plump bow, his nose an aristocratic arrow. He's beautiful. The most beautiful I've seen. His eyes were blue, bright blue

he stops and thinks "An evil smile to be precise" I scrunched my face in disappointment and he stared at me innocently. "I never asked you to describe Prince Arnold. You just perfectly described his physical features" I disagreed with his answer. "Ok, ok. Prince Cone is famously known for his smile. Apparently, he is a snake in sheep's clothing. His guard is a female among all the Princes. And of course, he has a battle scar by the side of his face" He replied sincerely and huffed "I just hope you aren't getting me in trouble"