Nine Princes In Amber Novels & Stories

His childhood love, Samantha Wild. Prince Eric was the second prince of the Emperor Thomas Thompson, of the Dragon Empire. He is sixteen years old with a strikingly handsome face, brown hair, and amber eyes. He is tall and very lean for his age. Among his three brothers he was deemed to be the most handsome of them all. "Your fiancée is here, Ruby Scarlet!" The Emperor was pointing to the girl who walked in on them. Ruby is eleven years old, whose figure hadn't even developed yet. Plump all around, her face was covered with pimples, and she is very ugly. She was looking at Prince Eric with great disappointment.

Hurting her is not part of the plan. Loving her. That is my plan, but this throne makes me tough and brave. I have to. For her safety and not mine. The family is after her family. Amber is one of the richest in the Eastern land. And we will have a great army and connections with them. Will give me the throne that I love. I am choosing and, since I was once born, I have decided that the throne is more important to me and not the love that once perished.

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.

Alex turns to Grayson, completely ignoring us. "Hmm....I do have a story to tell." Grayson replies hesitantly. "Really." Alexa moves closer to Grayson taking a sit on my lap. "Okay it goes like this." Grayson kicks off. "There was once a prince, and he wanted a princess, but then she must be a real Princess. He travelled right round the world to find one, but there was always something wrong. There were plenty of princesses, but whether they were real princesses he had great difficulty in discovering; there was always something which was not quite right about them. So at last he had to come home again, and he was very sad because he wanted a real princess so badly.

“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.

If anything, it's… dread? “Who are they?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me. “They’re the elite of the elite.” Her voice trembles, genuinely, it trembles. “If you want to have a peaceful life in SMA, you have to be on their good side.” “That’s ridiculous.” Kids can’t own a school. “Who are the golden boys?” “Geoffrey and Jeremiah SilverMoon and they’re trouble,” she blurted fast as if her butt was on fire. “I like you, Barbie, but I mean it when I say, stay away.”

A prince who walked out of today’s session furious. A prince whose silence meant something dangerous. Good. Let them fear me. Fear made men honest, if only briefly. I moved deeper into the ballroom, crossing beneath archways wrapped in fresh flowers and past fountains overflowing with roses dyed to match the royal colours. Ice sculptures shaped like mythical beasts glittered in the candlelight, shallow attempts at opulence in a kingdom struggling to hide its own decay. Servants hurried past carrying trays heavy with delicacies imported from neighboring lands, lands pretending they weren’t watching Eldenwald’s drought with morbid curiosity.

The lycan princess cast her gaze over Maggie like the girl was unimportant and she moved to Amber’s side calmly. “Come. We have a lot to talk about.” Maggie took a few steps back, gasping breathlessly as the Princess interlocked her arm with Amber’s and together they turned in the opposite direction. Seeing them together, it was more obvious to everyone present. There was no denying it. Never mind what Maggie said. This wasn’t. Some voodoo or witch spell. It was real. Amber was a royal lycan. Mina’s frame shuddered and she pressed a cool palm to her cheek to calm her shock. Today had been one hell of a day with several things happening.

I realised this was to quench his lethal tongue, his eyes looked determined, readying himself for the verbal battle ahead. "Amber," she shouted with the utmost pride. "Do you suffer from any medical conditions?" "No, why?" "You drunk, princess?" Jerry asked with a straight face, as the audience murmured a laugh. "She's not, go fuck yourself," shouted a pissed-off voice I did not want to hear. "Now that you interrupted me, I presume you're the boyfriend?" Jerry asked displaying a calm and relaxed demeanour. "Yeah," Michael shouted proudly, placing his arm around Amber protectively.

"I'm Amberely my prince" "Amberely". He tasted the name on his lips, it sounded nice. "Amberely, I'm sorry if you find my previous comments ofensive, you must know it wasn't my intention to make you uncomfortable, I was trying to lighten things up". Amberely stared up at him, shocked at his apology. It was not everyday you'd come across a prince who would acknowledge he was wrong and actually own up to it. "It's fine my prince" she answered truthfully