Jaron From The False Prince Novels & Stories

"Would you have our king's legacy destroyed by hiding the truth? That he had a human son instead of a vampire? A son who now possesses powers that rival any pureblood?" Father raised his hand, and the room fell silent. "Enough, Kira. You overstep." "Do I?" she challenged, her smile returning. "Then let me introduce the prodigal son. The true firstborn prince of our realm. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Prince Jerome Devereux! I'm sure you'll remember him so well." The crowd turned expectantly toward the grand staircase, but no one appeared. Confused murmurs grew louder as seconds ticked by.

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

“Am I really a heartless man to you?” I didn’t back down. “If the shoe fits.” His eyes narrowed slowly. Deliberately. Then his head turned toward Daniel, who was frozen a few steps away. “Beta,” Jaron said, voice slicing through the air like a command meant to break bones. “On your knees. Now.” Daniel’s breath caught. “Alpha…?” “Do it,” Jaron said coldly. “Or I’ll drag you down myself.” “What the hell, Alpha Jaron?!” I stepped in front of Daniel. “Stop this!”

I don’t trust anything about this. The unharmed body gasps. He sits up as if he has been conjured to do so. “Harlison!” Baron starts running toward him, but Jareth pulls his shoulder back before he can get close. “That is not Harlison,” Jareth growls. His claws are already out on one hand. Harlison’s head rotates slowly as he stares at the surroundings. When he spots the group, his mouth falls open. Blood pours out as he screams, “They want the princess! Just give them the damn princess, you assholes!”

His steel armor reflects the sunlight as he shifts his weight, causing me to squint. “Ah, where are my manners?” Riol asks with a laugh, raising his hand toward the stranger, “This is Jaron, he is assisting me on my mission. Which is why I’m here.” My brows furrow, “Why? What’s happened?” The first thing that comes to mind is goblins, but surely none could have slipped by us. “It’s Princess Irellia, she’s run off,” he tells me, while Jaron seems to mope as he eyes the ground with slumped shoulders.

"Father, I told you I didn't want this." "Liars always say that," Elara muttered, reaching for her last knife. "No," Korth whispered. "Something is wrong. Look at his shadow." Elara looked. The sun was behind the Prince, but his shadow didn't look like a man. It was huge, jagged, and had dozens of long, thin fingers that reached toward the palace walls. Suddenly, Joren let out a strangled cry. The boy woke up, his eyes glowing gold again. He scrambled to his feet and charged at the prince.

"What help do you want from me?" "Well, I wanted to be a human." Farron gasped and swim toward Hariel and hold his shoulders. "Hariel, have you lost your mind?" Hariel brushed Farron's hand and face Ludi. The latter looked at him clearly amused. "Ah, why do you want to be a human Little Prince?" Farron looked at Ludi. Clearly didn't expect that Hariel will be exposed. No, Ludi is a Sorceror. Of course, he would know about Hariel being the son of the Atlanta Kingdom. Hariel stiffened and looked down, he was feeling shy despite the creepy atmosphere.

Everyone in that old cabin raises their glass, showing their support and devotion to the prince and to the future of the kingdom. "Wh-what.." Suddenly the door of the cabin opened up, showing the surprised faces of Shaun and Austin, as they scanned the cabin full of unknown faces. "Our prince!" Everyone exclaimed, kneeling as they put their hands against their chest. No one dares to raise their head, bowing their head to the Prince of the Arcadia. "Shaun, Prince Shaun, son of the great king Lycaon. This is our declaration of loyalty to you. We humbly ask for your grace. Please allow us to join this battle with you. We will devote our lives serving you." Priam said.

His tone is light, but I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. My throat tightens, painfully dry. "You're a Sin, aren't you?" He dips his head. "Yes." I suppress a shudder, flexing and unflexing my fingers as I consider my next move. Some part of me, buried deep, is gleeful. So many people doubted this expedition would be worth it, doubted that the immortal Prince actually lived up here. I’ve proved them wrong, and finally doubted all the months of study I’ve put into this trip.

“Good evening Your Highnesses. And welcome home my prince, I hope your travels have been uneventful and well?” General Fan Long Wei greeted them with a deep bow before straightening up and turning towards his childhood friend and classmate, the Second Prince, Jin Jian whom he had not seen for a few months now.