Iron Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Indy!” Unable to let her watch her friend die, I blurted, “Or you could ransom him too.” Kalendria motioned a hand toward the executioner who’d already lifted a sword toward Nicolette’s bodyguard, bidding him to pause. Eyes curious, she asked, “Why? Who is he?” I sniffed. “What? Haven’t you heard of Indigo, Prince of High Cliff?” The High Clifter arched me a surprised glance but didn’t dispute my lie.

He took off the headsets and glared at me. "What? Did I not make it clear that I wouldn't let you access anything in here?" He asked, frustration pressing in his voice. I went straight to the introduction. "I am Alpha Maseno, the alpha of this kingdom," I said confidently, trying to assert my authority. "I want those videos for the safety and well-being of my people." His eyes widened in shock as he struggled to rise from his chair and bowed his head. "I am sorry, Alpha. I didn't know who you were. I am sorry." I nodded, understanding his sudden change in demeanor.

Nevertheless, the prince will have the last word. I gulp. Prince Kohl is a name I've heard a lot about, but words only get so mixed up before becoming lost. There are many who describe him as kind, benevolent, or perhaps mentally challenged. I don't think the latter is true. The only thing that is known about him, though, is that he is a Gahndor, and since he is descended from the royal line, that means that he also has to have golden eyes. They all do.

I actually have never tasted good wine before. I load my plate with neat layers of everything. As I reach for some salad, I suddenly feel a hand clamp tightly around my forearm, sharp fingernails digging in like little claws. “Hilda! What are you doing?” I whisper, looking down to see her grip like she is clinging for dear life. Her mouth hangs open in awe. Following her stare, I turn to see Prince Callum,the famous son of Alpha Gerald of Silverfall. Everyone knows him as a battle-hardened little warrior, tall and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes and close-cropped brown hair. Honestly? He’s quite handsome.

Even after I've been marveling at his body, I keep coming back to his attractive face because of his chiseled jaw and blue eyes. “Why can't I see your face, Minty?” I gulped. My throat seemed scratchy and patchy at best, like I needed a drink of water. I'm glad I put a shadow over my face because I didn't have the cat disguise to cover it, but I felt compelled to remove it and let the prince see it. I wanted to, but I composed myself and asked the question that has been bothering me the most: “How do you know my name?” The prince inhaled and exhaled like he couldn't get enough of something and said,

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Does he even own an actual nice house or will we be stuck in a log cabin with him? The pilot’s voice comes over the intercom, alerting our descent into Idaho. I groan inwardly, fighting back the nervous flutters in my stomach that have nothing to do with the sudden dip of altitude. Sure, the Bloody Prince was hot. Unfairly so, even. No one cursed should ever have a right to look that good. But I haven’t forgotten what he truly is. A murderer. A ruthless leader. Alpha.

"That, my dear Prince, is my ticket out of banishment." Wrath grinned devilishly and came over to me, slinging an arm around my shoulder. "I'd like you to meet my new friend, Dove Carlisle. But you dear, Pride may refer to her as your mate."

it said. I froze. Fear prickled along my spine, instinct screaming that this was not just another guard or servant. Slowly, I turned my head toward the sound. A tall figure emerged from the corner, cloaked in shadow. His face was sharp, commanding, impossible to ignore. Recognition struck me like a blade: Prince George’s uncle. The man who held the throne in his hands while George’s parents were gone. The acting King himself. “You…” I croaked, trying to sit up. “You… why am I here?”

“Ms. Lily, have you opened your gift?” I froze. How did he know my name? And how did he know about the charm? No…….is this old guy the Lycan prince? “How do you know my name?” “I know a lot of things about you,” He replied. Creepy. “Uh…..thanks for the books but I have to go now,” “Ms. Lily. My name is Sedrick, I am Prince's butler,” I stopped walking. I glance over my shoulder. “Is he here?”