Mystic Prince Novels & Stories

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 chef handed Mikhail a knife and a basket of potatoes asking him to help him peel it. Mikhail had tried following in his brother's footsteps, yet it still felt like something he could not imitate. What could define a prince? It was an open ended question that he too was unsure of. However, to always remain hidden behind a mask of perfection... It was something he couldn't do. He was imperfect and incapable of acting as intended by William. Speaking of princes, it reminded him of how there was a rumour from long ago in a town he had stayed in many years ago of a young prince from a foreign land. Unlike most prince, he was unrefined and preferred to live out his life to the fullest.

"Sorry, madam, Prince Apollo is looking for madam." "Prince Apollo?" Amanda asked back reassuringly. 'Is he looking for the Black Prince? I thought he was back in Landyork.' "Prince Apollo, the Black Prince is away. Master is going to the harvest celebration," said Amanda when she met the man who was known as a playboy. The almond-haired man in luxurious clothes smiled. "I know Amanda, that's why I'm here. The Black Prince is going to the harvest celebration with his sweetheart." "Hah?" Amanda muttered, not understanding.

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!

Then someone suddenly came out from the lake, they looked at the person in shock. It was a very handsome young man who had wings. "Theodore?" Fife asked hesitantly. "Yes Fife, its me" the young man replied. Fife and Elena's mouth hung open in shock while Phidius and Gad knelt down. "Demon Prince Azazel, we pledge our allegiance to you" they both said.

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.”

Muck frowned. "You should learn to mind your own business, Muck." Prince Ron said, flinging his chopsticks at his face. "Your job is to deliver information to me not to ask me questions. Who do you think you are? Just because I bought you some food doesn't mean we're on equal footing. I am the Princess of Ashenmore. How dare you question me?" Muck immediately lowered his head, knowing that he truly had no right. She was a Princess, whereas, he was a common messanger. The Shadow Master was also right about her temper. "Apologies, Your Highness, for speaking out of turn. It will not happen again."

For the prince, he was a mystery, he never showed himself and only did so on occasion, he traveled a lot and so I never got to know him. A few seconds passed which felt like a long time for me before he spoke, his voice, deep, calm and collected, high and mighty like every other lycan in the room. “The moon goddess must have been out of her mind when she paired you, a mere werewolf with an original lycan. I am the prince!” He moved forward, unsure if all these were real but then his face scrunched up again in disgust as he gave me a once-over. “You weak, disgusting peasant of a nobody, running around polluting the place with your unsureness.” With a direct stare and not a break in eye contac