Mystic Prince 소설 & 이야기

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.

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.

It was Lazlo, the third prince, who went to the Path Seeking Sect previously. He looked just like the legendary Yaksa. He looked lewd and vicious. Lazlo was about six feet tall with long hands and legs. His cheeks were red, and he had a sharp mouth. He held a three-prong trident behind him that still had some flesh hanging off it. "Prepare to pay with your life for killing Jasper!" The person who spoke was much more muscular than Lazlo was. He had a booming voice and sunken, dark eyes. If Chase was right, that must be the first prince, Emery.

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.