Jaron From The False Prince Novels & Stories

Aurora's hard facade softened, "Your mother is the same as mine. Her name was Zephyra." The crowd murmured. "So they are siblings!" "Does he have a claim to the throne?" "The prince must be very angry to expose the Empress like this." Alaron smiled. "Now that you know I have come to claim my throne, I hope you will all be cooperative. Not that you have a choice." A man in a flamboyant outfit strode up next to the prince. "This is supposed to be a party, but it is so dark in here. Perhaps we need a little light!"

He thought for awhile then shouted loud enough. “ Oh no, Is that bastard son of Narvick right. He said turning to face Anna. Tell me he didn’t—“. Anna’s froze, her body language betrayed her. “ so it’s him, it’s Carden. That fake priest”. “Oh fuck, I should have known”, Arnold tight his grip. Anna eyes just stared at him, so was the artist eyes. “Guards”, he shouted. A man walked in dressed in black as usual. “ Get me that bastard son of narvick, I want him here at all cost, or your head follows”.

Be Free. ❤❤❤❤ THAROLLIN AND KING ROEN (Part One)❤❤❤❤ Jorkallun regarded the Queen silently and nodded his head. "I will keep that in my mind my Queen." Jorkallun said after a while and left jogging to meet up with Jason who was already making his way to the festival. "I hope he remembers my words." Queen Jasmine whispered to herself and left the library. ___ Once he was outside the Palace walls Tharo ran into a nearby bush where no one could see him, he transformed into his real self.

continued Prince Andreas. But Prince Apollo just replied to all those words with a crooked smile. "I want to see the old man. Step aside!" said the brown-haired man while pushing Prince Andreas, then staggered to King Landyork's room. "You're causing trouble again?" King Darren asked his eldest son in an even tone as if it were a common thing, and it was. The King of Landyork, also known as King Darren, has similar facial features, only smoother compared to his older brother King Abraham, the ruler of Anarka.

Her red eyes, once burning with evil, were nothing now but glassy and lifeless. I was more than happy that this was all over. Beatrice might have been able to taunt me in the human realm, but back here, where I had become one with my wolf, back here where the earth connected with my true nature. And so, she had become a rag doll where I was concerned. For a moment, the silence stretched. Then Jaros straightened. His voice was hoarse, yet it carried. “Anarion was wise,” he said. “He saw what the rest of us doubted. The true immortal wolf king stands before us.”

Thorian chuckled in response, his amusement clear in his eyes, causing Rolf to roll his own eyes in mock exasperation. Thorian, never one to shy away from a challenge, responded with a hint of bravado. "Now, we all know that's a joke, because you won't survive a minute on a battleground with me," he boasted confidently. Rolf frowned, acknowledging the undeniable truth in Thorian's words. Thorian's strength, inherited from his lycan lineage, was unparalleled, and he was destined to become the next king, overshadowing his royal lineage.

“You’re making it sound so scary … and dangerous. I feel like … I don’t want to find it anymore.” “You shouldn’t worry yourself, My Prince, for you are the one … the rightful wielder of the sword,” Jade said. “You are the promised prince who has pure Aragon Blood … unlike Terrowin.” Arth showed him a puzzled look. “What do you mean? It’s like you’re saying he doesn’t have Aragon blood. I thought he and my father are brothers?”

he murmurs, “but strength beneath it. A rare combination.” Before I could respond, Jerry stepped beside me. “Father, your acceptance means more than you know. Now that you have welcomed my mate, I have something important to reveal.” The king arched a brow. “Oh?” Jerry lifts the pendant the sorcerer had given him. “My treasure is part human… part Elfgon. She bears a seal that conceals everything.” “Upon my word! An Elfgon? Truly?” the king asks, shifting to the edge of his seat.

He announced. Hearing her father's words which was said with Authority Daniella forced a smile. At the Far end of the ballroom stood an handsome young man with pink lips and light brown hair, the young man in question is Jason the Arrogant and Proud Prince of Country M which was the richest kingdom in that region. Prince Jason was known to be a play boy by all, Right beside him were two Sexy models with big breasts and Large hips, they were ordered for him by his assistant. After hearing the Announcement made by King Arvier he was so happy and Elated that he embraced and kissed the lips of the model nearest to him.

I whispered, my hand gripping the table so tight my knuckles whitened. Ivana wasn’t finished. “Furthermore, my stepson, Prince Arden, has unfortunately been manipulated into aiding her. Cassandra Montclair has seduced him, bedding him to bend him to her will. Now he acts not as his own man, but as her puppet.” I froze. My chest constricted. She had dragged him into this. The news anchors and pundits filled the screen, each voice sharper, crueler than the last. They said I was heartless, selfish, cruel for humiliating Richard.