Mystic Prince Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She asks softly, her eyes filling with tears. “I… I don’t know. I tried to enter my body, but it was rejecting me. Hence, why I shifted into Sylvans'.” “Look at your beautiful girls, Miya.” She sniffles, turning to her side so I can get a better view of them. “Identical?” I whisper, swallowing thickly. “Yes.” She replies. “And this is Jericho.” Jaja states firmly, holding his chin high. “The prince of Mahji. The chosen one by Beard.”

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.

“Someone near the throne.” I swallowed hard. He was right. The attack had been too well coordinated, too precise. Someone had fed them information, someone who knew every detail of the palace’s defenses. I had suspected it for a while, but hearing him say it made it real. “Promise me.” He rasped, his grip on my shirt tightening. “Promise me you’ll protect my legacy.” I stared at him, the weight of his words settling on my shoulders like a heavy cloak. “I promise.” But before I could say anything more, his eyes rolled back, and he fell forward, unconscious. I caught him just before he hit the ground.

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked