Prince Ariel Novels & Stories

[Dear Aysel, I hope you will never have to receive this letter. But if you do then either I am unable to reach you or I am gone. If either of these happens, I want you to join the Royal pack as the beta. The authorities won’t refuse as they are bound to keep the last request of a dying wolf. I know this is probably a selfish request, but… this way I can keep you safe even after I am gone. I serve Prince Azriel, the next-in-line monarch. Being in his circle will keep you from falling prey to countless things. I hope you will consider this. Remember I will always love you and always be with you. Love, Kaizen]

My parents all gave me hugs. “The same night Elentari was born, we gave birth to another. We were told he was stillborn, but have come to find out he was not. Today we are proud to introduce you to Aranelda Tirisil, Prince of Faerl.” Alaric announced Aran. I clapped and smiled for him as he walked forward and gave a small wave.

It was a hint for Azrael to continue swerving Nae’s feelings. Azrael shrugged and gently stroked her Blade placed as a necklace on her chest. The Blade spelled out her true name, and other things besides, “The Prince of Hell is not in the Void.” she halted and formed a curve in her lips, “He’s here.” Nae felt a jolt in her spine because of Azrael’s remorseless, wicked expression combined with her ethereal and rough voice. There’s a reason why most of the creatures who stand in front of her get weak on their knees with just one look,

Chris asked Ariel, keeping a blank face but his body was trembling even though he did so well to hide his fears. "It is, Chris, I am princess Ariel, the daughter of the king of the ghosts of terror and I was on a mission to bring you to my father which I just accomplished. I tried warning you but your stubborn self wouldn't listen," Princess Ariel replied with a straight face and walked away from Chris toward her father.

They all took a seat and started eating before the conversation resumed again. "So, King Melech and Princess Azalia, what is the reason for your visit?" Prince Arieh asked them. He seemed to be more polite than his brother Aharon, who was currently busy flirting with a female servant who had just been bringing more dishes to the table. Azalia could recognise a player when she saw one, and Aharon definitely was one.

He then knelt and bowed down in front of me while murmuring, "Mi dea. Nomen servi huius Dylan est. Das mihi nomen tuum pulcherrimum [My dear goddess. This servant's name is Dylan. May you grant me your beautiful name]?" I stood up righteously in front of him as I was taught I should and answered politely, "Arie, proles Reginae Deae Hestiae et Deus Minor Lev, princeps vester primus. Surge, Dylan [Arie, offspring of the Queen Goddess Hestia and the Minor God Lev, your first ruler. Rise up, Dylan]." He stood up as I spoke and smiled at me while wiping the tears from my eyes.

The woman abruptly stopped coughing and turned her head to look at the source of that voice, only to discover the guy she had trusted her whole life approaching her. "Keres..." She whispered weakly. The guy, the one responsible for the devastation engulfing this nation, and the only reason she is still alive. Her captor. Valorian Keres Joaquim, the crown prince of the kingdom himself. Amerie saw Keres' real nature despite his golden-threaded hair, sky-blue eyes, and angelic features. How could she not? She had been with him for ten years, unable to support anybody other than him. "Aren't you proud of my feat, watching the performance from the finest seat in the house?"

Chapter 6 Ariel POV To cut the long story short, I went to bed yesterday hungry, after I made their bed. I didn't have enough sleep all through the night, since my stomach couldn't stop making noise. I thought I won't last the night, but glory be to God, I woke up this morning, breathing fine, although my body was weak and I felt like I was going to die. My phone beeped while I was still on the bed, and I lazily reached out for it, swiping the unlock button to see that it was a message from Amy.

When it opens, the world shifts into lights and music. I tighten my grip and link my arm through his as we enter the welcome wedding party. He looks breathtaking in his navy suit—his hair was pushed to the side, and his jawline was sharp enough to kill someone. My prince charming, and I’m… his temporary Cinderella. Our worlds should never touch. Yet here I am, craving a place in his. Reality hits like a tidal wave. It crashes, cruel and loud. I have no fairy godmother. Only myself to get me through this.

Elijah mocked, and had I been drinking anything I would’ve spat it out at the guts this hybrid had, I could almost swear that his sass would be the end of him one day. “Who the hell do you think you are?” Queen Beatrice asked angrily. “Son of King Deniz, Princess Kiara and Prince Ashton’s older brother” Elijah smirked showing his mark, I couldn’t help but smirk as he introduced his sister who no one knew was the daughter of Deniz, King of the Sea. “Hold on, the girl, is actually a princess?” “Surprise” Kiara said smiling at the queen, her voice dripping with sarcasm that had me tighten my grip around her waist not wanting her to cross her limits with my mother, despite whatever mother was do