Lucy Pevensie Prince Caspian Novels & Stories

I mutter, watching fresh blood trail down my leg, dribbling onto the rock. They call him the Immortal Prince. The one I think is up here, I mean. Naturally, when creatures as immortal as the pureblood's, who remain unseen to us commoner's eyes exist, legends are created. The Immortal Prince...Well, his are dark, and cruel. If I had common sense, I wouldn't be up here. Then again, if I had common sense, I wouldn't have slipped into a magical pool and turned myself mortal. “I never said I was a good person…” I hear Eyla say from the cusp of attention.

She thought the prince would have mistresses but seemed like Draco wasn't into such things. Back at the pet shop, Susie would sleep with the guard almost every night and their noises were annoying. Because the space was packed, everyone in the room got to hear them because of the thin wall and the irony they both were never even embarrassed in the morning. All of a sudden she recalled Susie's dead face and she instantly shook her head to get rid of those haunting memories. She opened the door and peeked into his room hoping to see him with a woman but he was alone. The girl stepped into his room and slowly closed the door behind her.

Princess Emerald Flying the rest of the way is nice, I watch the change in the landscapes and the difference in the air as we climb higher. The heat as we reach Ignis mountain is stifling, almost suffocating. The land looks barren, and heat scorched I notice as the castle comes into view. There are a lot of people going about their day, they stop and point, running towards the castle probably looking to see who is arriving.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

I wanted to be anywhere but sitting at that table. “My apologies to my lovely companion,” Jack bellowed for the vampires at the end of the table to hear, “I was so occupied with our very special guest, Prince Mandrake of Kurr, that I neglected to see to her wardrobe. Please join me in making her welcome at this table, for she is perfect just as she is. As for tomorrow, it is my sincerest hope that one of you lovely ladies will see your way to introducing my princess and love to our Dresser.

He approached Brielle and pinned her on the wall. "Who are you?" he asked. Brielle laughed, "What? It's me, Brielle!" "Why do you want to walk around the mansion?" he asked again. She gulped. Caden's sharp gaze followed Brielle as she strolled through the dimly lit corridors of the ancient mansion. His instincts, honed over centuries, whispered a warning of potential danger. The subtle rustle of her footsteps echoed in the silence, amplifying his suspicion. As the vampire prince, Caden couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that Brielle harbored secrets that could disrupt the delicate balance of their supernatural world.

Once he pivots around, he notices that there is a soft scent of honey that sits in the air. "That is odd. We have not had honey in the cottage for weeks," he wonders. He shakes his head and steps further into the room. "Oh my, whatever could it be?" Beatrice tugs at her thick necklace. It is made from dense rope and ends with a piece of stone etched into the shape of a paw. "It is nothing we cannot handle." Jasper reassures her as he tosses his bag at the bottom of the chair at the table. "We normally have random Pivurlion that pass by. It is normal. I am sure they are just travelers."

* At the castle… Prince Sebastian walked into Princess Blanche’s chamber with flowers in his hands then looked around and saw that there were flowers from many others too. He walked up to her bed and saw that she was as pale as death and asked, “Are you awake?” Blanche slowly opened her eyes and there was nothing but black before her. Sebastian looked at her as he sat down on the bed and asked, “What are you looking at?” She sighed and said, “I can no longer see what is before me.” Sebastian smiled and said, “Well that is to be expected.” She frowned hearing his words and asked, “What do you mean?”

MIRANDA POV "How are you feeling honey," a brunette woman who looks like she is in her early forties asks me as I try to sit up. "Umm, I'm okay. Where am I," I ask while raising my hand to my sore arm. The woman grins at me as another appears from what looks like a restroom carrying a wet washcloth. "You are in Prince Ethan's bedroom. My name is Louise, and her's is Aria. We work in the Royal mansion," the brunette named Louise replies, and flashes of my night hit me.

I am fine", he replied. Fife handed him the snacks, "thanks", he said as he took it. They both ate in silence. "do you know what happened to the princess?", Theodore asked Fife. "I only know a little, back then when the princess was around our age, she was a avid reader of books just like you. She was responsible for the establishment of the library, she used to travel to far away lands to get books. She went on one of such trips. and she came back different, she was depressed and melancholic. The king tried to find out what was wrong with her, but she refused to talk. Eventually she started behaving weird and it gradually escalated to her condition now".