Mystic Prince Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You know, two can play that game!” “What game? I am not playing anything! Like I said, I am fucking done, Vera.” I tapped the shoulder of the man dancing next to us. He might have heard everything, but he didn’t comment on it. He was handsome too, and easy on the eyes. “You are a wolf?” “Lycan.” “Prince Cassius, forgive her. Continue your dance with your partner,” Mateo said with a hiss. Prince Cassius. Must be the one Lycan prince from Verfarkas. Again. Photographic memory. I had read about him once in the Draconian Herald.

I gasped. His mouth came close to the most intimate part of my body and he blew kisses there. “J...Jake. Stop playing with me,” I groaned half in pleasure and half in anxiety. “As you wish, princess,” he whispered with the playful smile. My eyes rolled back into my head and my back was arched engulfing him completely. I held his arm screaming incoherent things while the ecstasy was running through my veins and burning me down to ashes.

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

Father reached over and forced Mason to put the phone down before letting out a nervous chuckle, reaching up to adjust the collar of his shirt, “Mason, perhaps you’ve had one too much to drink tonight, are you forgetting who this is? Prince Thorne, so sorry you had to walk in on some family business, if you need the washroom I can have someone escort you there right away. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself at our banquet so far – I apologize that I haven’t had a chance to speak with you at all tonight. Is there a particular reason why you’re here?” “Thorne?” I muttered to myself, the surname oddly familiar as it rolled off my tongue. I jumped when Isaac suddenly appeared by my side, looping his

He had strong, veiny arms and had porcelain skin. “Thank you for all the compliments ladies, you two are looking fantastic, as well.” Sophie and I looked at each other and blushed. Who is this guy? “Ah yes well how silly of me. You can call me Prince A. I’m afraid my name is too old fashioned. It’s very nice to meet your acquaintance Rose and Sophie.” He took each of our hands and placed warm kisses on the back of them. Shit I’m in trouble. I’ve never been so captivated by anyone before. Thank god I have such handsome mates otherwise I may be tempted by this tall god-like man. He must be Asmodeus, one of the princes of hell.

The wind mussed his hair which was so dark it had a bluish hue to it when it interacted with the light. With his tightly coiled muscles, it was obvious that the prince was a warrior. However, unlike the other soldiers wearing armor, Prince Aldric was in a mere tunic and trousers. But the most interesting part of his features was the runes on his body gleaming with his dark magic. The runes were very alive because they seemed to writhe against his flesh with every movement. He would have been an angel if not for the wicked smile that made everyone's blood turn to ice. His angelic perfection was only there to deceive because Prince Aldric was nothing but pure undiluted evil.

"And Ms. Emerson? She didn't let them off easily." Josh felt a chill run down his spine as Alex dropped the bombshell. "Lucky for you, Ms. Emerson has a sixth sense for these things, and this guy's crescent is exactly where she wants it, down to the millimeter. "Sit tight. If he's the chosen one, you're not just off the hook for the seven million five hundred thousand bucks. Your buddy's gonna roll out the red carpet, and you'll be living the high life together."

They dispersed in haste, rallying their fellow soldiers and setting out to scour the kingdom in search of the missing prince. As the kingdom buzzed with the frantic search for Prince Edon, the forest echoed with the delicate whispers of its mystical inhabitants. Prince Edon found himself captivated by the sight of the mysterious figure lying before him. She appeared ethereal, her skin as pale as the moonlight that bathed the forest, and her long hair, white as freshly fallen snow, cascading down in intricate braids. Despite her small stature, there was an undeniable air of wisdom and power that emanated from her.

" the young prince was not convinced by the fair maiden sudden appearance. "Ok, you said you're here for me right? good! How did you know I was here? let me tell you the truth, I'm the first prince of Igodomigodo, Although this forest is inhabited by Evil Spirits like yourself, it's is still a part of Igodomigodo. Therefore, as the prince, I demand that you tell me the truth, did you manifest from the smoke?" Convinced the strange woman was an Evil spirit, the prince said lifting his lips into a pouch.