Mystic Prince Novels & Stories

His dark hair was down now to frame his square jaw, and he was wearing some kind of black fur cloak—although he was still shirtless beneath it, displaying those chiseled pecs and that strange tattoo in the center of his chest. Damn, I thought. He was born into the wrong world; could have been a successful model back home. “I don’t believe you,” he finally grunted. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “You can look me up online,” I said, growing a bit desperate. “Like I said, I’m a model and entrepreneur. I’m not a spy or whatever you seem to think I am.” The prince of the Lycans was silent for several long moments. Those blue eyes raked over me, studying me, appraising me.

Aaron flirts with his stupid long platinum blonde hair, pointy ears and sea green eyes, I so hate this man. "A kingdom is about to loose their prince if care is not taken." Damon mind link me glaring dynamites at the Prince who smirk not sparing us a glance as he wink at her. "I must say she's a beauty, just like our kind. Won't mind taking her home." Reekado the mer prince open his vile mouth, everyone knows he's the worst of his kind. He has basically slept with all the mystic folks girls and I'll be damned if I let him anywhere near my mate.

Inspired by the Mystic Lord's renowned divine weapon, the Mystic Sword, the Mystic Formation naturally incorporated the sword's divine might. This sword was now Mystic Elixir's guardian treasure. It was said to have the ability to comprehend the Mystic Secret Arts and distinguish between opposite forces. Almost no one knew exactly how powerful it was. The divine power of a sword that could achieve such a feat was something that Dragon Prince dared not imagine. This formation had many variations, and the one the Watts currently arranged was the simplest form. Even so, its sharpness was something one could hardly face directly. Dragon Prince changed his tune on the zither, shifting from offens

“ The son of Mileus, son of Diablo, son of Garet the great, and the great great grandson of Zrupathus! Prince Mist!” Luke sighed as Mist descended from the carriage, and for the twelveth time, we went hand in hand to shake hands with the guest. The Prince was attended by female attendants that sincerely all looked like variants of me. They all had red hair and green eyes. Some cut their hair short, some braided it, some had pixie cuts. I couldn't help but feel it was intended. When he shook hands with Luke, I could sense tension, and they held hands and maintained eye contact than courtesy demanded.

And Marga’s doubt has got more intent. “Bianca, do you know that man?” Marga glanced at her daughter. “I think so,” Bianca said uncertainty. His face is familiar, I might remember him later on. “He looks rich! How did Kendra bump into such a good-looking man? I mean, how did she get hooked with a rich man like him?” Marga asked confusedly. “Mom, I think he is Lendon Martin. I knew it. He is the youngest rich man in the world, a renowned duke of England,” Bianca stared at Lendon’s back and murmured.

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

The men were looking at them with eyes full of lust . Amrit dropped her on the platform. A man in late twenties came forward. “ Our beautiful princess is here. Be ready to pay for your brother's sin.” He traced his hand from her forehead till cheeks and pinched her cheeks harshly. He started laughing but his laugh was short-lived due to the loud sound of the gunfire.

The Alpha plastered a smile I have never seen before across his face. Without being told, I bowed my bead down and I expected the rude man to do the same but instead, they bowed to him. “My prince, we are really sorry for the inconvenience. Rooms are being prepared for you and your companions” My prince? The rude man is the dragon prince. And just then, this evil prince, after making me confess to telling him my pack’s secrets, looked at me in the face and smirked. I knew that if he spilled all my ranting, my past will be the least of my troubles. I was in deep sh!t!

He held it in his hands. A purple light shone from the sword, it shone so bright that it's radiance filled the whole room and almost blinded Fife and Elena. They had to shield their eyes with their hands. Gad and the shadow man knelt down and bowed to Theodore. "My prince, welcome home" the shadow man said. "huh?" Fife and Elena's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. "I am a prince?" Theodore asked hesitantly. "yes you are, you are our prince"

The burden of silence dropped inside the room. Knight Liam heaved up his chest. “What is your plan?” King Dragon put down his hand from resting on the chin. “I am pretty sure she has ‘ghost’ squad who backups her.” He quoted his fingers at the time he mentioned ‘ghost’ and gazed at the young man. “How about we find it out?” Knight Liam sighed. “The princess, we got information that she has gotten along with an eccentric artist. People call him as ‘Moustache’. Nobody knows the real name of that man. They say the princess perceive him as an uncle for her.”