Prince Ariel Novels & Stories

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

Ace said and pushed me rather harshly behind him. "Leaving so soon? Without a welcome party? Oh come on!" He said and gave us all a once over. He grinned. "Well what do you know?!" He said in a booming voice as he addressed Nate. "Prince Nathaniel Denver! Young prince from the kingdom of Vertez. Last I heard you were in the kingdom of Thalia fighting for a petty throne! And since you're here, I'm guessing the rest of you are princes as well! Ha! Now we really need to throw you guys a party!" He said and his comrades, I counted at least 12, yelled in agreement. "Hm? Oh what have we here?" Scary eye patch man said when he saw me behind Ace. "A girl? Are you the princess of Thalia?"

If he was not alone, he was only ever escorting his sister, his mother or the Queen. The Prince came out of the guest room a few hours later, Jaxson wanted to check he was alright, ask why he’d called his name over the link. But he didn’t even glance in his direction before sweeping towards the stairs. Jaxson sighed silently before rising and following along with Adam. They only had a few hours before Callum and Matilda would take over for the day. The Prince turned suddenly as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “You don’t need to follow me around. It’s ridiculous.”

"We had truly hoped you might be our reincarnated goddess. But it seems... you are not." Her grip tightened slightly before she let go. "We can only hope that whatever plan the Prophetess, the generals, and His Highness are devising will succeed. If the real soul of Goddess Athena can return to her body, she might save us before the spirits of sin spiral completely out of control." With that, she stood up and began to leave. But just as she reached the door, she turned abruptly and rushed back, her expression urgent. "Princess Ariel is coming!" My heart skipped a beat. I didn't need further explanation. I immediately slipped beneath the covers and pretended to be asleep, knowing the little p

The tenth year since I accidentally landed in modern-day America, and the system finally noticed me—a glitch in its timeline. It told me that in three days, I'd be sent back to where I truly belonged. Back to London. Back to my era. And I—I used to be one of the most powerful men in the entire British Empire. Alexander William Windsor. First in line to the British throne. The system gave me seventy-two hours. A countdown to say goodbye to this century. Day one, my fiancée Evelyn told me our wedding had to be called off. Because Ryan—the boy she'd grown up with—had been diagnosed with a terminal illness. Day two, Evelyn brought Ryan home. To our home. She said he had nowhere else to go. Asked

***** Ariel was at the palace of Wolfe Crimson, using her eyes to check out every servant that passed her hoping to see Royal, but didn't. She walked up to meet one of the royal palace guards who was standing alone and greeted him. "What can I do for you young miss?" The guard asked. He hasn't seen the servant before. "I am here to see Tlyer." Ariel responded. "And what business do you have with the Prince?" The guard asked. "He told me to come." Ariel lied. "Well just tell him Ariel is here to see him and you will see him rushing out to meet me." She added.

And while that had seemed like a request, the sinister smirk curving the corner of his mouth suggested that he was merely teasing them because he liked to work alone. Prince Aldric of the Winter Court was the last son to be born to King Oberon of the kingdom of Astaria. However, unlike his brothers that were admired and respected in the kingdom, he was loathed and feared because he was a half-dark Fae. It was no wonder that the new batch of soldiers that had been selected to join him on this task was close to pissing on their pants.

"I'll be flying you today as your pilot, and you'll be on board the Creed 1011." I hadn't even had a chance to soak that in before a giant drape came crashing down, and there stood what looked like— A miniature plane. A sleek, private, deluxe miniature plane. And on the outside, right there, in big, no-nonsense letters— CREED 1011. I blinked. Wait. Wait a fucking minute. Did this guy…? Did this guy have his own private jet?!

Ariel's eyes fell on her son paddling his little feet on the ground. Ariel rushed to her son immediately and held him in his hands, she patted his head softly with a smile on her face. "My little prince, why are you here? Didn't I tell you not to follow bad uncles? Where is Grandma?" Ariel inquired looking into the car.

Gael sighed, "Look, your majesty, your story is famous. Word of the spell's failure reached many a port." "What?" "I know what that does to a person. It creates a thirst to prove yourself to the world. Don't get too caught up in proving yourself you forget about the people who will depend on you. Tess did." Aurelia glared at the old sea dog, turned on her heels and marched into the cabin, and slammed the door. Ten seconds later she poked her head out, "Are you coming, Zinjo?" "Yes, Princess."