Novel & Cerita Prince Ariel

“My lord.” “My lord.” When the two soldiers guarding the screaming prisoner's door saw Prince Ariel step out of the room, they immediately bowed respectfully. Prince Ariel nodded at them before he left the dungeon. He had an indifferent look on his face, not caring about the stares he received because of his clothes, which were painted red with blood. The two soldiers were still watching the back of Prince Ariel who was leaving when Rara and Assistant Bear appeared before them. One with glee in her eyes, while the other had an anxious look on his face.

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.

It's as if I've only just come into existence. I shake my head. "Someone must have used magic on her," the woman gasps, gripping my hand, her knuckles as pale as her face. One particularly strong gust of wind looks as though it could blow her off her feet. "Your name is Avila, and you are nineteen years of age. You are a Princess, in this territory, and this is your mother, Crimson. She is the Queen," Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it.