روايات وقصص ضمن Prince Caspian King Miraz

I had heard rumors of not only the kingdom but of Javier. He was a fierce warrior. The second son out of 6 men. He was powerful, brutal, scary, and coldhearted. It was said he never showed mercy to anyone. My sisters knew him as Javier, the powerful charming prince, but I knew him as the MAD PRINCE.

"Are you really goinh this far?" Mourge asks Prince Caspian coldly. The man look at her with determination in his eyes. "Yes, as long as I can keep her. And I will not let you take her away from me." Prince Caspian's determination didn't waver Mourge instead she just look at Prince Caspian deeply. Slowly, A creepy smirk plastered on Mourge's lips. "Pray to God that she will not wake up remembering every little evil things that you have done to her..."

Prince Caspian? He’s the Prince of Goldencrest?

Caspian said looking at me, his eyes seeming broken before he took a step back toward the door “I wish to congratulate the two of you, I hope you have a pleasant life” I looked at Caspian who knocked the door of the throne room to walk out of it before his body was levitated in the air and his body started going limp as if the air of his body was being drained. My eyes widened and people gasped in the room as we looked what King Verone was doing to the prince, Niklaus’s eyes widened and he vampire sped toward the warlock quickly snapping his neck, Caspian’s body falling from the air and had it not been for Ian speeding toward him and catching him midair, the man’s body would have hit the gro

With the attention on him, he immediately straightens his posture. “Yes, I’m Caspian.” The princess giggles playfully. “I already know your name silly?” her giggling continues, and I watch as Caspian remains stiff in his posture, which is very uncharacteristic of his more relaxed and animated nature. “I’ve always been so fascinated by the Blue Moon Tree. Do you have to tend to it often to keep it healthy?”

“This new king is quite very handsome.” Another giggles. “And single.” They chuckle but Juana rolls her eyes. “Oh come on, Miranda. Don’t tell me you have eyes for the rogue prince.” The rogue prince? That's Damon, Prince Damon or rather Alpha Damon. Miranda lifts her chin playfully. “What’s wrong with that? He is king now. He conquered the West and took back his inheritance.” Her eyes gleam. “He is quite a man.” Juana’s expression hardens slightly. “A man capable of killing his mother will never value a woman.”

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.”

My parents all gave me hugs. “The same night Elentari was born, we gave birth to another. We were told he was stillborn, but have come to find out he was not. Today we are proud to introduce you to Aranelda Tirisil, Prince of Faerl.” Alaric announced Aran. I clapped and smiled for him as he walked forward and gave a small wave.

***** Davina's Point of View We were in the Council courts in the company of what seemed like a half circle of the Council heads. I was seated right opposite Zeriyah, and next to her was Mirabel, then the elder wolves, a few members of the dragon circle, the Mer-King, the Elven elders, the Phoenix king, Xanax, and a few more, excluding the demon overlord, Daemon. He'd been absent today. But the Fae Queen Sofia was present along with her daughter in place of King Falix, the Fae king. Last night Idalak's darkness struck the Fae kingdom, claiming his life.

They saw my torn nightgown, the deep purple bruises circling my throat, and the raw, bleeding marks left by the chains around my wrists. And they saw Zade. Barefoot. Unarmed. Yet standing beside me with such overwhelming, destructive power radiating from him that the air itself seemed to vibrate with tension. The King sat upon the raised throne. The face that usually wore the mask of boredom and unquestioned authority was now flushed with rage. Beside him stood Caspian. The crown prince wore a fresh, immaculate military coat. The bandage around his head was perfectly white. He looked every bit the martyr.