Prince Alexander: Path To Conquest Novels & Stories

“He always leads soldiers to war and he never loses a fight. Legend has it that kingdoms fear his very presence and his brothers all hated and feared him. He became the crown Prince and the only person that can talk to him was his father. He conquered a lot of kingdoms and lands making his kingdom the biggest and strongest at that time. Legend said he wanted to rule over the world and was on a quest to defeat the kings of every kingdom but when he came to our ancestor’s kingdom, they refused to give up without a fight and our armies were the ones able to challenge his one hundred thousand soldiers. The fight lasted for years and hence the history we know of and that brought about our very ex

He begged for mercy, fearing that one wrong word would mean instant death. "The spies are dead. Get up and speak," Alexander commanded, recognizing the man from a photo. Though he lacked detailed information, he knew the person was legitimate. The scruffy youth got up, not daring to raise his head, and introduced himself in a small voice, "My name is Almon. I am the prince of Lacindra, the heir to the throne. Thank you, Wyverna, for sending a powerful combatant to Lacindra. I am very…" Alexander raised his hand, cutting off the youth's speech. "Come on, skip the pleasantries and get to the point!"

"Separate from the pack? Why would you even consider such a foolish idea?" Killian's jaw tightened, and he shot me a quick glance before turning back to his father. "It's not foolish, Father. Times are changing, and our pack could thrive on its own. But I do not want to take away everything from you. So I want to evoke my rights as your destined Alpha." George scoffed, a derisive sound that echoed through the room. "You've been spending too much time with your new bride. This independent streak of yours won't do the pack any good."

And finding empty space. The air shifted again. Not the same as before. Heavier. The priest stepped closer to the edge of the circle, his composure still intact—but his attention now fixed entirely on them. “This has gone on long enough.” The words were measured, but they carried an undercurrent now—something less certain than before. “Prince Kael,” he continued, “extend your hand.” A pause. Then, without breaking eye contact with Elara, Kael did. Slowly. Deliberately.

His heart pounded as he swiped through his contacts and found the name he was looking for—Chief Priest Okafor. He tapped the call button, bringing the phone to his ear. The line rang twice before a deep, aged voice answered. “My prince.” Alexander exhaled sharply. “Chief Priest, I need your help.” There was a brief pause on the other end, followed by a slow hum of curiosity. “What troubles you, my prince?” Alexander ran a hand through his hair, his fingers gripping the strands in frustration. “You already know my coronation is fast approaching. I have prepared for this moment my entire life. The people expect me to rule, to lead, to carry on the legacy of my forefathers.”

No, no, no It’s not worth getting caught nor lost in this weird game when I don’t even know what’s supposed to happen in here exactly. I’ll just wait at exit of the maze and pretend that I was able to get through and did not cheat I turn- And freeze. Someone’s standing at the end of the path. A black mask, matte and sharp against the glow. His arms are crossed, posture loose but coiled. The dark fabric of his shirt blends into the shadows, the lamplight catching only the faint gleam of ink running from his left bicep all the way to his wrist.

The Prince sighed, regarding me a moment as though gauging how much to share before he threw his hands up, walking backward to stare out the window where Darlene had broken through. “No one knows Alexander. Boy was an orphan. No living relatives that we know of, likes to keep to himself,” The man parroted, kicking the glass shrapnel to the side with one side of his boot, before glancing up at me and smiling again. “Frankly Chief, I reckon it suits me just fine. I like hearing myself talk more than anything.” Prince raved, walking to stand in front of me now and staring bemusedly at my wife who I still kept well away from him, behind me.

Especially since he was now the only king alive. “If the prince has asked for the war himself Beatrice, then he will get a war. This is not a foreplay where he will send me a letter and I will simply ignore or send him a treaty letter. We have wanted this war for a long time, maybe it is finally time to go through with it” King Alexander said calmly, his eyes meeting his wife’s who had her eyes wide, she looked at her husband and shook her head disagreeing with him.

"Valerian’s ancestors believed they deserved more. More land. More power. When diplomacy failed, they turned to war. They slaughtered our kin. Burned our villages. And we fought back." The firelight flickered, casting harsh shadows across his face. "It never truly ended. Every generation, every king, picks up the sword again." "And Valerian himself?" Serena asked, her voice barely a whisper. Alexandro’s eyes darkened. "He’s ruthless," he said. "A brilliant strategist. A cold-blooded killer. He sees peace as weakness. He won’t stop until he controls every pack between the mountains and the sea." A shiver ran down Serena’s spine—not from the cold.

All he need was the right opportunity to strike and that little hybrid would be his, he would then be able to take over the kingdom using her power. A few days later he had the perfect opportunity to strike. Alexander, he found out had to go on an important business call that could not be cancelled. He watched as he saw Alexander leave the house, get into his car and drive away. He waited for a half an hour to make sure he wasn’t coming back, then he struck.