روايات وقصص ضمن Prince Caspian King Miraz

The soup was terrible. That was the first thing Kaevrix Noctharis Virellion — Crown Alpha of the Virellion Dominion, heir to four centuries of wolf-blooded power, feared across every territory the dominion touched — thought when the girl shoved the bowl in front of him and told him to drink it before it went cold. Not who is this child. Not how dare she. Not even the appropriate sovereign fury of someone unaccustomed to being spoken to like an inconvenience.

*** ‎Killian I claw at my chest, pain ripping through me as I sink into the seat, letting out a low, restrained growl. The curse is consuming me—I doubt I can hold it back much longer. According to the prophecy, only one person can heal me and break my curse. My mate. I've met her once. That unforgettable night. I may not remember what she looked like, but the warm, tender, healing touch of her delicate hands is unforgettable. With one touch, she eased my curse that night and silenced my 684 years of endless wakefulness. If I hadn't gotten carried away by that moment of peace and pleasure, I wouldn't have woken to find her gone.

Celeste says, punching his shoulder. “Don't mind him Soph” she says. “You said you knew who he was” I say, “What's his name?” “It's Prince Caspian,” she mutters. “The cruel prince?” Corrin gasps loudly. “Yes,” she says, dreamily. “He’s the love of my life.” The forest goes silent. Even the birds know better than to chirp. I blink. Caspian? The Caspian who I— Oh. Shit.

I thought Mirage would protest, but she just shrugged and said it made sense, and to make it a probe attack to see how strong the enemy was. Afterwards she and I linked Cian what we knew, and then went to bed. She asked if I also felt something different about Cian, and it made me think again before answering. Something did feel different about him, stronger, more menacing but also more protective and warmer. I pondered so long she ended up falling asleep, and my conclusion was that he somehow ascended the throne of Amar and had been crowned King, but I did not know how that was possible? She luckily has not asked me again this morning.

Alyssa's POV I recognised him immediately, those piercing blue eyes were difficult to forget. The illegitimate first prince of the kingdom, Kai. He couldn’t have looked more different to his brother if he tried, golden hair, blue eyes, tall and broad shoulders, the only imperfection was the deep, jagged scar running down the side of his face, almost clipping his eye. “Move,” Caspian growled, trying to stand tall to show his authority. Kai’s wolf just growled back, taking a threatening step forward and snapping his jaws in a challenge.

Gad replied. "Azazel!" Iris called his name as she approached them. "Hey Iris." Theodore greeted her. "Hey Iris" Gad said as well. "How are you doing Azazel? You look very beautiful." Iris gushed over him. "See, I told you that you looked good." Gad told him. "I just think it's a bit much. I am not used to all of this." "Azazel you are the crown prince, you need to look good." Iris told him.

“So, she plans to extract the princess’s powers from inside my body after she has recovered her strength – “ Raine spoke as he and Vermeil walked down the street while looking around the shops downtown. “ – then combine it with her alchemy to absorb the ice that entirely covered the Elhasa Kingdom.” He said.

They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one

Sunlight fights its way through the stained glass windows, casting a bewitching kaleidoscope of colors on the polished marble floor. A hushed anticipation fills the room as the large, ornate doors at the far end creak open. In steps PRINCESS SALENA, her presence commanding attention and admiration. Her flowing gown of deep, midnight blue, adorned with silver accents, seems to whisper secrets in the dim light. Her dark hair cascades down her back like a silken waterfall, and a delicate tiara adorned with dark, mesmerizing gems rests upon her regal brow. Princess Salena of Kingdom Valeria exudes an aura of both elegant charm and a seductive allure.