Lucy Pevensie Prince Caspian Novels & Stories

"Yes, Mrs. Winters... She's just washing up... Something about a spell… she was covered in salt when I got here." Lily couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. Here was Caspian, a centuries-old vampire, charming her mother over the phone while she stood naked in the shower, covered in magical residue. She wondered what her ancestors would think of this scene. "I hope he doesn't lay on the charm too thick," she muttered to herself, rinsing the last of the salt from her hair. "Mum might get ideas."

I whispered. A few moments later, a notification popped up on my phone. A new post from Serena. The picture was of a room blanketed in jewels—rubies, sapphires, emeralds, piled up like small mountains. The caption read: 【Just said I was in a bad mood, and he sent all this. So dramatic! Good morning, my Prince of the Night. 】 The comments were a flood of envious praise. I put my phone down. I couldn't produce a single tear.

Caitlyn smiled and I laughed slowly seeing her quick change of demeanor. While we were headed to the school, I noticed the crazy decorations in the royal mansion. I have a hunch this was for the welcome of Jonathan that got me curious. Alexander and Lara were busy so we were escorted by Charles Camlittle. He reminded me to be on time and avoid causing troubles to the King. Meanwhile, my attention was on Sebastian who was brooding over something. He stepped carelessly, ignoring everyone around him. This seemed to have ticked Camlittle off. Regardless, his tight fitting suit reminded me of what’s beneath that.

I needed people with wealth in my life so our interests coincided. I recognized the people in the room. They were my classmates. They were two girls, they were both brunettes, twins I think. That statement was stupid, they looked identical. If I hadn't been spying on everyone in my class, I probably wouldn't be able to differentiate between them. "So guys, you already know her but this is Ivory Casper. She's in our class, she's a sweet girl too. Oh and funny.", Amelia spoke up, giggling between her words.

There had to be a worthy ruler of Oceane; I just wasn’t sure it was Prince Sadeon. “The gown looks lovely on you, dear.” Lyla smiled warmly. I turned to my maiden. “It’s impossibly tight.” She scowled. “Of course it is, milady. How else will the Prince fall smitten?” I suppressed a shiver. “I told you not to call me that, Lyla. My father isn’t here.” She chuckled. “You may dress like a Princess, but you sure don’t act like one sometimes, milady. It is proper to address someone of your status respectively.”

Her mother said that she would homeschool her, but even that never happened. She opened the door and to her amazement, she found the room filled with books. All the walls and even the floor were black with gold inlays. There were ceiling to floor shelves covering all the walls. A small writing table in the corner overlooked the courtyard garden through which the sun flooded the room. A love couch on the other end of the room covered with black silk sat as if inviting her. Penny clasped her hands at the back. She chuckled at her incapability and at the sheer number of books. It overwhelmed her. Row after row of neatly lined up books with their spines facing on the outside. She walked to the s

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One Alexander’s POV "We ventured deep into the treacherous woods, father," the Prince began, his voice steady. "Under the moon's luminous embrace, our pack united, strong and relentless. With courage in our hearts, we faced the dreaded vampire horde." He continued, detailing the fierce battles and the hardships they endured during their quest to defeat the vampire menace. Each word painted a vivid picture of the clashes between the Lycans and the vampires, describing the Lycans' valor and the relentless nature of the vampire queen's forces.

She yawns again. He smiles at the adorable face, which is Peter’s carbon copy. He begins his story by saying, “Once upon a time there was a beautiful little princess, who lived with her mother, the queen…” I sit at the foot of the bed, watching them in silence, while Peter raises an eyebrow at me, still talking.

He had not even had the common curtesy to see the women he was supposed to chose a bride from. She had been curious to see the prince, that was the one she wanted to meet so that she could put a curse on him. If she was in such a magical world then surely her words might have effect on him. She did not care to listen to anyone after the first speaker so she did not pay attention but waited hungrily for everyone to be finished so that she could eat, at least the other girls had gotten some snacks while she had had to go out and work. Soon all the lycans were seated and Riya rolled her eyes as predictably Willow was the first to stand up.

Then reality returned and slapped me in the face. This was Prince Caleb. Future king of the Lycans. A walking emotional disaster wrapped in expensive black clothing, and I was… whatever the hell I was becoming. The room suddenly felt too small. Outside, Princess Lena exhaled sharply. “If you do not open this door, I will come in myself.” I panicked instantly. “Can she do that?” “Yes.” “What?!” Caleb finally looked mildly annoyed. “Unfortunately.” I turned in frantic circles trying to think. There were no good hiding places. Massive room. Beautiful furniture. Completely useless for survival.