Prince Caspian King Miraz Novels & Stories

"I hope my lord you will soon understand why I am stopping you from doing magic" ****** The court was full of crowd; all the nobles from the countries and the allied countries were sitting there. He entered the court proudly and sat beside the king. The king had given him a sigh like he was saying "No magic" and he started looking away. "So gentlemen we are gathered here for this wonderful day in order to make an announcement, I fix an engagement between our crown prince Somerzex John Howard and lady hazel of gardenia" said King Ralph smiling. Somerset, who was not ready for this, looked at his father in disbelief.

His stunned gaze made my heart clench. “Why are you Princess Hanna Al - Makhzumi Abudab , future wife and queen of my brother, Rafiq Mustafa Al- Madini , king and lord of Mudab .” I said bowing to her, but Hanna laughed so loud and continuous I thought she was going to choke. “ Okay ! Now I understand that this is a prank. Who invented this story? It was my brother who hired you for this game, right?” she spoke in the midst of compulsive laughter, but when she realized that my face was serious, she came to herself and calmed down.

Everybody in the room turned to look at him then he continued by saying, "I would like to introduce all of you to His majesty the Vampire king and his wife the lovely Vampire queen." After he said those words surprisingly Caspian's parents came through the door and everybody bowed causing me to do the same. They looked so different from when I saw them as this time they were wearing crowns on their heads, walking gracefully and being led to the dining table by Vampire guards. I looked at Caspian then it hit me that he was a Vampire prince. I then thought to myself here I thought Vampires or princes didn't exist but now I have both of them in one person. I guess I had finally found my prince

She gave birth to a son, Prince Amante del Fuego of Sagrada Familia Kingdom, the heir to the throne. In all those years, Maziar was aware of his identity. He was trained by his stern father and became the undefeated warrior at his early age. He stood as bodyguard to his cousin, the prince. Growing up, his rank as a mere henchman to his younger cousin made him gradually distant from Amante. Envy, a poisonous feeling, creep up his frail heart. He could not conceal it from the dissecting eyes of his father.

"His family runs half of Europe's pharmaceutical trade. Polite as hell off the field. Completely ruthless on it." "Twenty two?" "Audric Sterling. Old English money, He's been in three separate disciplinary hearings this year and walked out of all of them without a single mark on his record." "And number four?" A pause. "Zian Castillo," Marcus says. "Half Spanish, half Korean." Another pause, heavier this time. "Don't get on his bad side." "Good to know." "I'm serious." The warning itself is off character for someone like Marcus who clearly seems to hate me.

he murmured darkly, “If you do become Queen… you kill the Prince.” “What?” Mira’s eyes shot wide, full of disbelief. She shoved him off. “You’re a monster,” she spat. Kenzo only smirked. “A perfect match for you, my darling.” Then he pulled her in again, pushed her hair aside, and ran his fingers across her nipples, rolling them gently. Mira moaned, her breath catching. Damn him. His touch was fire. “So?” he whispered, lips brushing her neck. His bulge pressed against her ass—hard, demanding. He wasn’t as big as Nicolas… but close.

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.

she asks, neither of them seeming to care that I could rip their head’s off. “Do you prefer a man, gorgeous? I’d be happy to accommodate you,” he says. I drop them both, stepping back and frowning, seeing that both of them have their fangs out. “Seriously?” I ask them. “He’s a Prince. The grandson that King Kazimir was waiting for,” Mehira says ignoring me. “A Prince? Perhaps he wants both of us,” her brother says. “No, he has a mate, and he seems very serious about her…or him.”

Anda smiled and The girl sitting beside her scoffed. "Hi..I'm An....Miranda Don Costa" Anda smiled at her. "Pristine..my name is Pristine" She said. "I'm engaged to the prince.we haven't been introduced yet" Anda put a spoonful of rice into her mouth. "Miranda" The Queen Called. "I'm the King's Mistress, The Thirteenth,They know me as the Thirteenth." Pristine smiled. Everyone froze and Anda continued eating. "I thought we established the fact that Improper things will not be spoken about while we are eating" The Queen glared at Pristine.

Mira was stubborn as hell. In the study, only Dorrin, Caspian, and I remained. “Lord Caspian,” I started, but he cut me off. “Just Caspian, please.” “Caspian… since you’ve known Mira since childhood, maybe you can tell me how fast she can forget some crazy ideas that get into her head?” He chuckled. “Mira forget? Never. If she wants something, she’ll insist on it. But what idea are we talking about?”