Manga Prince Novels & Stories

"Yeah, we better get out of here, before I break the window and jump out to eat that human down there." *** Gail continued the story about the eighth book. " Prince Aima, that's the title. Talk about Prince Aima, of course." "Prince? Haahhh... Maybe you should change the title to Princess Aima," Al commented. "Do you know?" "Of course. I'm a hybrid, but I'm not stupid. I read a book about the fall of the Aima Kingdom. And from there I could already guess that the Prince was a woman." “Lucky guess, huh?”

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.

The night was adorned by elegant and frivolous royals, witnessing the presentation of Princess Margo as heir to the throne. Princess Margo with the Duke beside glows like a freshly polished gem. Her beauty compels admiration. The once looked down, is now the heir to the throne. A woman with no lineage is the daughter of the king. Like her mother, Narrah is equally divine in her sparkling white gown. Her youth glimmers like a precious jewel, as she is in the eyes of her parents and the King.

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.

a voice from in the inside of the cave said; baritone like the sound of a thunder storm. "Huh he's back, he's back. Mangus!" she said and quickly got into moving away a few of the rocks to make the opening bigger. Just then Prince Mangus crawled out of the darkness and into the moon light; breathing so heavily and with his skin so moist like he just had water poured on him. He too had long white hair like Princess Rada which was at the moment falling over his face and was shirtless in a pair of grey cotton trousers that were torn at the bottom.

Gina said, frowning. “I am a lycan. If I shift regularly then I stay young and the enchantress made me shift every single day to hunt for small game,” Prince Mano explained. “So, you could actually be way older?” Gina asked, laughing. “That is correct, but I don’t know,” Prince Mano said, opening a small gate; the gate making a screeching sound. “After you,” Prince Mano said. Gina laughed and walks first but was met with an invisible wall and bounces off it, “ouch!”

Ruko explained with irritation for their reply to Akshara, “How would he be… As usual, looked like a male with two hands, two legs…” Everyone replied in a chorus, “Shut it” Ruko replied to all of them, “Ok… Continue your screaming about that winged man” Chaos explained about the appearance of the prince, “Stunning Silver hair, icy-blue eyes, lightly shaded lips, sharp nose but cold heart… He never raised his eyes to look over any girl.” Akshara thought to her, why did Chaos explain about the man I encounter… Was that man would be their so-called Prince… Oh no… I am doomed...

His untamed hair was cut to shoulder length and his mouth was cleaned with a brush and mint paste. After his second bath, they gave him towels to wipe himself off with and gave him regular clothes to wear. Shawn sat on the bed dressing as he wondered what this was all about? Especially since all of this happened right after he was visited by that young man with the sapphire eyes who the magistrate referred to as the prince. The prince of what? This kingdom? He did say something about his majesty, what was it again? Dinner was prepared and he was given the best to eat. Things he had never eaten or seen before was on his plate and for some reason, he was not sure if he should eat it but he did

Sweat glistened ripped muscles. The minute the men were recognized a shot of jealousy invaded my system. Guardian Torus by far had the better prince. Prince Marvelon, though powerful, shied away from things like these. Some days I found myself fantasizing about the day he would let me train him. There were even moments when it drove me to the point of sadness.

His claws extended clamping around her throat, lifting her off the ground, his tails snapping like whips behind him. Lyra looked directly into his violet eyes. She didn't struggle. She simply reached out, her fingers—pale—rested against the bronze skin of his arm, and touched him. "It's okay," she whispered softly. "The noise is gone now." The Prince froze. The violet flames in his eyes flickered. He leaned closer, lowering his face to the side of her neck. His nose brushed her pulse as he inhaled slowly, then deeply. His fox ears twitched as he tried to understand the scent before him. There was no sweet manipulation. No fear. No prey.