Mystic Prince 소설 & 이야기

Besides this Third Prince is a light sleeper though would often fall back asleep once he woke. “Your Highness, shall I prepare your bath now?” “Yes of course, thank you Ming Xuan.” With a gentle smile Ming Xuan walked into the bathing chamber to fill the stone tub for the prince’s bath. As he filled the bath with hot bath water and soap he thought to himself with a glance out the window by the tub.

Under the pressure of Caspian, not only was his face pale, but his legs became weak and he directly fell to the ground, his eyes full of fear. "Caspian, you, you know my identity..." At this time, Prince was thirsty and stammered. However, Caspian's cold killing intent made it difficult for him to speak. The Prince wanted to use his royal status. But this identity was not convincing in Heaven's Edge Sect. He wanted to show his realm. However, Caspian had just killed the Amethyst Palace Realm, and the prince was just a Heavenly Spirit Realm, so he was probably not as good as an ant.

He glares at the band aid. “But it will stop the bleeding.” She looks at him in confusion. She didn’t understand why he was refusing it. Did he not like her way of treating his wounds? Did she forget to do something? All these thoughts were going through Nora’s head. Mateo looked at her as if she was crazy. The Mafia Prince. One of the most sought after criminals in the history of organizations. Capable, competent and fast. Moreover he has a band aid on his face from a minor cut? Mateo would never allow it.

Prince Kral murmured softly, "Susanna, perhaps you've forgotten that this is the sanctuary of the werewolves. There are no accidents here!" Prince Kral looked up, surveying the illuminated area beneath the stairs. His voice gradually grew darker, and as he uttered the final sentence, I saw the corners of his mouth tighten abruptly. His golden eyes emitted a cold gleam, focusing on a neglected shadow. "Aren't you coming out, my distant guest?" Suddenly, in an unnoticed corner, a black mist emanated into the air. A mysterious figure clad in a gray robe and hood emerged from the darkness, as if a mushroom had suddenly sprouted from the cracks in the ground.

Before, I could say something, I heard him say, “Okay, guards… take her away from here.” He announced. I was looking at him in disbelief when those guards dragged me from there. I couldn’t read his eyes; it was like I didn’t know him at all. And here I am, in my room, thinking about the worse could happen tomorrow. But how can a person change just like that Who am I kidding?? She is the princess of the werewolves… I must be dreaming… Who am I?? A nobody, an orphan who couldn’t even find her wolf.

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

Something powerful entered the room. A new presence... “Now you will be our slave,” came a deep, cold voice. Gasps echoed from the crowd. “Prince Kael Viren!” Several seniors whispered the name in panic. Elias’s eyes flew open, expecting a monstrous lycan with bloodshot eyes. Instead... he saw him. A vision. Tall. Regal. Muscular. His skin was golden and smooth, hair black and wavy, falling just to his shoulders. His eyes, icy ocean-blue—pierced through Elias like a blade. And that scent. Warm, intoxicating, wild.

Never mind that I am a werewolf, a creature they deem a mindless beast, nothing more than a big dog. I am known as the failure prince of the sifters’. The black sheep of the royal werewolf family. The one who could not keep his mate and who ran from his royal duties like a cowardly jester. I will show that fucker I am the prince and future alpha king for a reason.

Dustin said in resignation. At that, Myst’s face turned cold. “All the men in the world are vile, aside from you! There is no good man left in the world, and you’re the only one I care about!” Myst said seriously. Dustin felt troubled. Myst was once the heiress of a big family, but something happened to the family, and it was driven to a corner. Dustin had saved her family. When he saw that she was talented in fighting, he let her join Hell Hall and made her one of his five Dragon Guards.

She was beautiful but she kept giving me a condescending look. The Second Prince, Zain, wore a pleasant smile which was far too pleasant. Aeris would have hated him on sight. His smile disappeared as he stared at me before slowly returning. His wife, Kira, however, looked genuinely kind. Which, in a place like this, only made me significantly more cautious. Then there was the Fourth Prince, Cassian. He was dark-haired, quiet, and unlike the others, he didn't even bother pretending to be interested in me. Oddly enough, I thoroughly appreciated that.