Mystic Prince Novels & Stories

"If you would please take the lead?" Without hesitation, the calm-looking prince rose to his feet and put a smile on his lips. "Greetings, I am Lazul Horacin Samudra, eighteen years old. A prince from the Kingdom of Malecoy, a member of Sierpenti, and the first ranker of this year. One of my hobbies is stabbing people who annoy me." His grin widened which brought silence in the room and made the atmosphere turn cold. I stared at him with a cringe and looked at Delaney, who could only sigh. Wait, is that true?

Prince, the one who owned the cat form of Bjinx and Bjinx, the one who owned the human form of Prince, sila ang prinsepe ng mga enkantadong pusa. 'Miks, Eks. Aking kaibigan, hindi pa rin kayo nagbabago. Miks, dapat mo na bang sabihin sa akin kung bakit ka tinuturing nang ganoon ng lapastangang mortal na iyon? Hindi ba niya alam na isa kang enkantado? Na mapaparusahan siya kapag ipinag-patuloy niya ang pag-aabuso sa iyo?' Prince angry voice echoed in the dark room, may maririnig ring kaunting hiya sa kanyang boses ng sabihin niya ang salitang 'parusa'. Alam niyang hindi niya kayang mapaparusahan ang ma-abusong amo ng kanyang kaibigan dahil wala sila sa kanilang sariling mundo. He need to main

Prince, the one who owned the cat form of Bjinx and Bjinx, the one who owned the human form of Prince, sila ang prinsepe ng mga enkantadong pusa. 'Miks, Eks. Aking kaibigan, hindi pa rin kayo nagbabago. Miks, dapat mo na bang sabihin sa akin kung bakit ka tinuturing nang ganoon ng lapastangang mortal na iyon? Hindi ba niya alam na isa kang enkantado? Na mapaparusahan siya kapag ipinag-patuloy niya ang pag-aabuso sa iyo?' Prince angry voice echoed in the dark room, may maririnig ring kaunting hiya sa kanyang boses ng sabihin niya ang salitang 'parusa'. Alam niyang hindi niya kayang mapaparusahan ang ma-abusong amo ng kanyang kaibigan dahil wala sila sa kanilang sariling mundo. He need to main

Prince retorted, “Hope It's not a distructive sighs,?“ Jessica asked, “I don't think so, but I need to stay around watching around because of enemies from another world,” Prince explained, “but, you can go to the palace, I will meet you later,” Prince said, Just few minutes later, the sea roared again, and thunder storm strikes and lightning brightened the skies, and the ocean rolls out something strange, Prince was startled, and he moved closer, It was magician that was believes to be drowned and dead In the sea, but It was a surprise to see him and another unusual woman,

“That’s true.” The Mystic Maiden said, “These old geezers will definitely fight for the opportunity of the spiritual energy tide in the world of America. Hence, just watch. You’re just seeing a few of them, and there are countless of them hiding underwater!” During the conversation between Alex and the Mystic Maiden, someone recognized his face. “Sect Master Miller from the Ghost King Sect? I never expected that you would be here.” Alex was startled. That short-lived guy was a sect leader! He hummed and imitated the voice of that short-lived guy. “What’s wrong? Am I not allowed to come?”

The maid standing by the window seems to be more mature than the other two directly in front of me, so I turn to her and ask, "Hi, uh, hey, what are you doing in my chambers?" "Auspicious morning, Mi'lady, we are Royal servants sent by His highness, Prince Felix to help you get ready, he also said to tell you ,'Good morning' that he'll be coming to take you as soon as you're dressed and ready to go, mi'lady"

“Did you think you’d come here and find out all of our dirty little secrets?” “What are your dirty little secrets?” For some reason, that question causes that smile to fade, his mouth pressing into a tight line. “You’re not going to find what you’re looking for here. You should stop looking, actually. It’s pointless.” “How do you know what I’m looking for?” “You’re a protohistory student.” “How do you know that?” “Because you stupidly took off your mask,” he replies, stepping forward, coming to a rest a mere foot away from me. “Princess Mystica of Crescent Falls, is it? That’s your name?”

The moment his calloused skin brushed mine, a powerful, ancient wave of magic surged through the air, making the hairs on my arms stand up. "Anne," his voice dropped to a rough, breathless timber. "There are things I haven’t told you. Things about who I am, and what I’m running from. I’m a prince of a court I can never return to. I’ve done terrible things, Anne... bloody things. I was a desperate, broken man when you fell out of the sky into my lap. I was so drowned in drink, so terrified of Draco hunting me down for what I did to his sister, that my first wretched instinct was to kidnap you and sell you off just to buy my safety."

Beside her, standing like a storm contained in human skin, was the so-called missing prince. You’d expect a man like him to look similar to the Queen or the King. Same silver hair, perhaps. A glimmer of nobility. But no. He looked… wrong. Hair black as ink. Eyes so pale they looked almost silver. And a scar over his left brow that pulsed faintly with purple mana veins. “I thought the Queen had only two children,” I whispered under my breath. Alaric’s jaw clenched. “She does. Or… she did. The youngest prince vanished ten years ago. Rift attack. Everyone assumed he died.”

Then, through the trees, a column of riders appeared—black silhouettes against the crimson light. The villagers poured into the square, whispering prayers. At the front rode a man who seemed carved from shadow itself. His armor was etched with runes that pulsed faintly red, and a long cloak flowed behind him like smoke. His face was half hidden by a hood, but his eyes caught the moonlight—crimson, cold, and alive. “The Dark Prince,” someone breathed. “He’s real.” The man dismounted, the air itself seeming to bow away from him. His gaze swept the crowd. “By order of the Crown,” he said, voice low but carrying. “We seek the girl born under the Blood Moon.”