Prince Cardan Novels & Stories

It's the alarm in little man’s voice that has me spinning, laying my eyes on the rumored ‘Mad Prince. Alpha Zayne. He has both arms around two stunning omegas. He's shirtless, with tattooed torso on display. His stomach is hard with abs, his chest is broad—good heavens, his body is a work of art, perfectly sculptured, and his face…? Goddess. The tabloids did not do justice to it. Dark, shoulder-length hair frames his chiseled jaw, perfect lips and eyes as grey as gun metal. My stomach flips as those stormy eyes lock with mine.

The glorious name of The Man of pride. "All rise to His Imperial Grace, The Crowned Prince of The East, His Royal Highness, Prince Nolan Armstrong". The words of the announcer were carried out when the figure of the Prince of The East came to light and every breathing thing, man and woman, kings, emperors, and rulers, queens, duchesses, and counts, mighty men, and countesses, the rich, the poor, the laborers, bowed to his presence. He stood in power. Kathryn could not believe her eyes. He was there. Her prince was there in flesh and blood. Nolan's dark eyes were fixed on the throne as they beheld just one person. He only wanted to see just her and stand before just her.

My eyes roved over their figures, searching for the smallest hint, but it was as though last night had been a fevered dream, a figment conjured by my restless mind. I got bored conversing with them and took my seat the princes all gave their full attention it was rather unpleasant but then I noticed a movement. A prince stood up and I watched as he spoke to a guard, studying the curve of his jaw, the way his lips moved as he spoke. What was his name again? Prince Tariq of Ravensfall. Yes, that was it. I had overlooked him during the earlier introductions, distracted. But now, he had my full attention.

growled the seemingly embittered Alain. Casimir Lennox Aldrich Duchene, the heir apparent and charming noble, eldest son of Alana Duchene and the late Sebastian Duchene, was the golden prince as it were of the family and often quite mischievous. He'd been only two years older than his baby brother Alain but a troublemaker from the very beginning. His teacher believed him to be a terror for years but respected his status as the son of a prominent figure in politics. He was known for wild and crazed stunts such as this and events that got his younger brother caught in the crossfire. As charming as he was seductive, the tall handsome blond lad attracted attention from women of all ages but bedd

Another part—traitorous and quiet—wondered what he’d do if I stopped resisting. --- I pushed away from the table, glancing toward the door he’d left through. He hadn’t locked it. The room was smaller than I expected for a prince, though perhaps that was the point—no distractions. A place for private conversations… or private threats. On the table, a stack of parchment sat too neatly. I lifted the top sheet just far enough to glimpse the royal seal pressed into crimson wax, the script curling in a language I didn’t recognize. A small, leather-bound book lay near the edge, its corners worn as though handled often. I flipped it open to find a list of names in Kael’s sharp, deliberate hand. No t

The fire burned for merely a heartbeat, but the tension in his body remained as he strained, “Kaira… This is Seth Calogero, Prince of Farindoria.” I bowed slightly. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Calogero.” His smile widened, his eyes fixed on mine. “I can assure you that the pleasure is all mine.”

he said before the King interrupted him. “What are you here to tell us?” Carter asked the doctor. The doctor looked shook up, but he continued, “Prince Eric has been poisoned. The poison continues to spread, faster than we can contain it. It is eating him up alive,” the doctor said. “Well, what can you do to save him?” Carter asked.

"Fine, I... Well, thanks to you. Everything is easier now." And he was quiet. Distant, somehow. Still, she was okay with that. She never had anything to say. She watched him raise his champagne flute to his lips and tip it over then say, "I can help you find your sister, Elizabeth." She stared at him, shock etched over her face. She didn't know how he knew about her sister, but he was the Crown Prince. He must know everything. "Your Highness, I don't know what to say—"

This is not going to end well. All of us are so engrossed in watching the two alphas stare each other down that none of us notices when another male steps into the room, stopping just behind Alpha Bishop’s back. I can’t see all of his features, only waist length black hair and a massive muscular build that makes him the tallest male in the room.

Sua’s hand lingered on her neck, her heart hammering a frantic rhythm. The skin beneath her fingertips pulsed with a strange, foreign heat. She stared intently at the man sitting before her. This wasn't just any man. This was Prince Rai Yuan, the terrifying "Bloodthirsty Man" of the Shewu Empire.