Mystic Prince Novels & Stories

Once the creature was through, it rolled the prince right back the way his was and began its call once again and once again the princes body lit up and his soul manifested, rising up to his knees this time around, the creature gave a small growl then sang a different tune and began shrinking back to size as the discarded skin slowly merged back onto it. It picked the robe back up and put it on then began picking up the bottles, covering them and placing them back inside the bag on the table then bent down with a cloth and erased the circle and symbols from the floor, it walked back to the far right corner where it first entered and looked back at the prince laying in bed motionless ( by the

, his elf side is active but he can't control it and that leaves the dragon side, his dragon side his very well active and he can control it perfectly well" the hall fell quite after hearing what the prince can do, when Maria saw the doubt in the eyes of the witches she added "his kreo side isn't active so he can't mimic your magic so you can use that as an advantage against him, you should attack from the shadows so that you are not noticed" she paused took another breath then continued " if you succeed in killing him, you should burn his body so that he doesn't unlock his kreo side or go full tribrid... it won't be easy but I believe that you can do it,and don't you dare fail me" she warne

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.

He has pale skin and a scowl on his face, his eyes were lavender matching with his hair color. "I apologize again." Mizuko bowed her head and the man just left. When she raised her head, she thought that the young man was familiar somehow. Like she has seen his gloomy face somewhere like— "Oh my gosh!" she gasped, abruptly looking back but he was already gone. It just came to her that he was that prince who never smiles on his sketches! "I could've told him!" Mizuko groans, stomping her foot and shutting her eyes in frustration. Her mission could have been over! But then wait, what's that prince doing around here? Was he looking for Kenshi? Did Kenshi pick up a fight again?

As if he had sensed a gaze on him, Alpha Maseno tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at the masked figure, who continued to stare at him with no shame. The figure even waved at him, but he snorted instead and decided to concentrate on the MC rather than him. He did keep on stealing glances at the mysterious figure once in a while, though. His conscience told him that he was familiar with the mysterious man, but his brain and eye kept denying that fact. He made a mental note for himself that later on, when the whole thing was over, he would approach him and ask if they knew each other. “I would now give this chance to the Alpha of Alpha's and tell us what he had brought with him today. Ladie

a tall slender blonde young man said as he lay sprawled on a seat chugging down some wine in a gold chalice. “I can’t say that I blame her, if I was being forced to be picked like funiture by some prince I did not know I too would be belligerent.” a tall young man with dark hair who looked more muscular than his counterpart answered as he stood in front of the window and looked out at the horizon. “…maybe there will be something exciting to look forward to, who wants a woman that’s programmed to do your bidding?” “That is just silly. Any maiden would be lucky to be considered by you The Mighty Prince Caine.” the blonde man insisted.

After being forced to donate my blood to Zachary Doolithe, my wife Anna Lang's childhood sweetheart, I died in the small quarters that she had personally decorated for me. Before I died, my five-year-old son ran to the main quarters and begged Anna three times. The first time, he broke in and said that I was vomiting blood. Anna scoffed. "I see he's improved his ways. He's even taught our son to lie." Then she ordered the servants to take my son out. The second time, he knocked on the door and said that I was already beginning to convulse in pain. Anna tutted. "I only asked for a little blood, didn't I? It's not like I cut out his heart. Why is he pretending?” The servant stepped forw

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

Sua’s hand lingered on her neck, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. The skin beneath her fingertips pulsed with a strange, foreign heat. She stared intently at the man sitting before her. This wasn't just any man. This was Prince Rai Yuan, the terrifying "Bloodthirsty Man" of the Shewu Empire.

Too many risks. After a quick shower, I sat at the desk and fired up my laptop, loading the tracking software I’d set up. Mauros. So that’s where he’d gone. Of course. The Priory. Queen Catherine’s brother, Thefros once a low level noble, now a monk. What did the prince hope to find there? Answers? Sanctuary? More importantly... what would drive him to leave the girl behind? I smirked. Whatever it was, it told me one thing, it was time to send the prince a message.