Nine Princes In Amber Novels & Stories

The amber light caught the rim of his glasses when he finally glanced at me sideways, just once, and looked away. My pulse did something I immediately filed under irrelevant and absolutely did not believe. ~~~

I started to scratch and dig at my skin, causing tiny wounds when I heard a small voice “Don’t do that, he will come for you” It was a voice I hadn’t heard before and it came from the other side of my window, the window that was open an inch “Who are you?” “My name is Amber, if I help you, promise me you will take me with you” I mulled over her words or a few seconds, I had no idea who she was but she wanted to help me “Why have they locked me up?” “Because you are the only Royal, they want you to take back control but they are worried you will come to harm” her words quickened

Blonde hair, blue eyes. My jaw dropped and I pointed an accusing finger at her. She's the weird lady I saw before passing out! "HEY!--" She covered my mouth with her palm. "No need for that dear. Okay?" "Your highness." From behind her, the five princes were on one of their knees. What is happening?

Yris nodded and produced a vine from his hand. Raima’s eyes widened in surprise. “Meanwhile, Raine is the incarnation of the princess, Alf, who is the guardian of ice.” Zedrick continued and glanced at Raine who didn’t react. “My brother, Vermeil, should be the incarnation of Phyros, the guardian of fire and the princess’s lover.” He smiled. Vermeil sat upright but his ears were red like his hair.

'' I ask, raising an eyebrow at him; waiting for his respond. ''Just come with me.'' He answers, grabbing onto my wrist before starting to pull me out of the garden—heading straight towards a black motorbike, leaving me slightly breathless but then I realise that he's a prince. For some reason, it feels like he's just a normal person. Are all princes like this? We both stop in front of his bike and as I eye the whole body, he stands beside me; zipping up his leather jacket that I didn't come to notice earlier.

I hear the group of leprechauns in the room suck in their breath at the same time. “You took our Princes over the troll bridge? What were you thinking, Buppig.” Hazdil scolds him. “I was thinkin’ that the Princess needed to get to Eventide before our Prince made a huge mistake and married that Duchess, wasn’t I? We didn’t have time to go the long way around, did we? So we went the short way.” He says defensively and in his anger, I swear I hear a lilt of Ireland in his voice.

Ahmet was asked to change his clothes to appear in the appearance of the nobles. Three days passed during which Ahmed watched the situation, and found that this palace is the palace of the princes, while the palace of The king Odin is under the water, the princes are three, the youngest of whom is the prince who works for Ahmet,and there are problems caused by who will be the legitimate heir to the throne.

Amber began, her voice smooth and commanding, “the time has come. The people demand certainty. The alliance with my house cannot wait while the Prince dally with a… slave.” Her words sliced as sharply as a blade. Around her, the council nodded like vultures pecking at carrion. Old men with cold eyes, some loyal to my father’s decrees, others eager to see me stumble. “Watch your tongue, Amber. He is not a slave.” I clenched my fist against the armrest. Her smile was ice. “Then what is he? A king’s mate? A wolf of no house, no lineage, no honor? Even your Father...”

Isabel's wrist trembled in Amber's grip. Her eyes widened in disbelief. No one had ever dared to touch her that way before. She was the heiress to Miller's group, a princess. Everyone feared her, but not Amber. “Let… go of me, you.. filthy whore,” she struggled to get Amber's hands off her.

His fingers comb through my hair gently, the soothing motion and the sound of his steady heartbeat lulling me into sleep quickly. … I sigh staring at my reflection in the mirror. Tonight, we could lose some good wolves all because Prince Coro wants to take the throne back by force. My hair is pinned into a bun, keeping it out of my face and harder to grab when the fighting begins. This fight will be pointless if I am caught. “Gem you ready?” Amberle walks into my room wearing a similar sleek black outfit as me, her fiery hair hidden under a black toque and her bright eyes filled with excitement and blood lust. She too is itching for this fight.