Prince Ariel Novels & Stories

This calmed him. “ You have told us who the prince is, and now I will tell you all about the princess.” Aarav's uncle spoke for the first time during the conversation. “ Is the princess alive?” Hearing uncle’s words raised some hope in Dad. His voice reflected it. Uncle nodded. “ Where is she? I want to meet her?” Dad was excited like a five-year-old. “ Before that, I will tell you all how I managed to save her?” Uncle sighed.

He wiggles his eyebrows making Eli laugh out loud breaking the tension from their earlier conversation. When they reach the front porch, the Royal Guards hold everyone back while they walk up the steps to the front of the entryway. The huge ballroom doors are open as they walk up to the announcer. He blows the horn and waits for everyone to quiet down. Elijah looks around the room and spots Corbin in the back in a beautiful bluish green dress that makes her hazel eyes glow. Aragorn gets antsy in his mind as he hears the announcer. “Our Alpha King Tobias and Prince Elijah Granger of the Werewolf Kingdom and Witch Kingdom.”

That would be— Oh, Goddess. "Madame Dalia." Nine perked at the voice, both her and Mom standing from their seats as they turned around and bowed. King Leonard Byron had not looked like she had expected him to. She already knew werewolves aged slower, but he looked young, for someone she knew had ruled Raester longer than she had lived, and at his left stood a look alike of his. The Crown Prince. Unlike everyone else, he didn't stare at her with disdain, or disgust. Instead, his face bore something of curiousity. Like he wanted to know more about her.

"Sir. You may begin." The butler pulled the red silk off the wheel. The face of the wheel held thirty-six letters. Each letter went with a name. Jordan Sutton stepped toward it. I cut him off. "Wait!" All eyes turned. In that moment, I understood. I had been given a second chance. In my previous life, I had been chosen. And on my wedding day… I was reduced to something less than human. This time, I would not repeat the same fate.

She cannot dictate the future Duchess of Araceli, and if Siebel was wrong, the great Kalani of all Elementals. ****😔😌****

She would also need money and power to get back at a popular singer like Bianca, and her wealthy fiance Damien. Ariel lost both parents before she turned seven years old. She had a harsh childhood, she was forced to grow up so fast that she could not afford to be a child. She worked two shifts in a night club and a bar, and sang for Bianca in her spare time during Bianca's concerts. But one thing she never lacked were fashionable clothes and gifts. Bianca loaded her with so much gifts to divert her attention from the fact she was being cheated. What started off as a singing trial between two best friends hand woven itself into a deal between a celebrity and a ghost singer. Bianca took her on

There's no point in fighting if I'm going to be alone in the end, regardless of whether I liberate the world from the demons. “Is that it? How boring. I didn’t even get to have my turn to fight.” The seventh prince sighs in disappointment. I can no longer remember which prince among the seven he represents, after all the princes I killed. I even lost track of their names. “Hey, lady. You’re name is Zarah, right? Are we still going to have a brawl or what?” I can hear the impatience in his voice Try to remember, Zarah, which prince is he? I urge myself to recall, but my mind is drawing a blank as much as I try. I am dying, which makes it harder for me to focus.

I took a few long strides over to the door, much confident in the heels now, and pulled the door open to see Devin standing in the entry way. When I thought that the prince had looked good in his sweat pants in t-shirt, I had never imagined I would be staring at the walking Adonis in front of me. His blond hair was slicked back against his head, giving the world and unfiltered view of his breathtaking blue and brown eyes. He had on a black suit that hugged every muscle in his arms, and travelled all the way down his stomach; fitted perfectly to every part of his large body. A bright blue tie stood out against the darkness, and managed to pull even more colors from his eyes. It was the first

She leaned in and whispered to me, "He seems like a good person." "I don't know him, but for him to be standing that close to Eoin, he has to be a good person or the Alpha wolf Jagger wouldn't be allowing it." i admitted as she nodded. We stopped our conversations as the row boats pulled up, and Dana looked at what was towing them "Are they Sirens?" she asked as I nodded. "Yes, Arthur is the Siren King," I simply said as I was helped onto a row boat with Eoin and sat across from Daisy, Andy, and Chance.

“Nobody cares what you do, honey,” Ariel moved close to caress Ophelia’s hair, and threw it behind her shoulder. “I am not your honey.” Ophelia held her hand, raging, making her see a ring of colors. “Easy..” Ariel cooed and gave that infuriating smile. “We still have to look like friends. DADDY might be watching.” Ophelia threw her hand off and stepped back, “What the hell is your deal!” She yelled.