Prince Caspian Novels & Stories

“Prince Aolis. We are glad to have you here. Although, I would like to speak of the rumors that are spreading through the fae land like wildfire.” “I would be happy to speak with you, Lord Castien. Perhaps in a more private place.” I say, looking around at the people that are casually standing nearby, hoping to catch some gossip. “Of course. Let me have your things dropped in your room and you can follow me. I’m sure you are hungry, Prince Aolis. We can speak over dinner.” I nod and begin to follow him through his castle. “What news of my sister, My Prince?” He asks as we walk.

He had the authority to. Asahd as the crowned Prince of Zagreh, was expected to be very careful in whatever he did. But he didn't give a damn. He had the wrong group of friends, he would spend money carelessly and on a party life, he went to places and attended parties a Prince wasn't supposed to attend. On top of it all, he was a lover of women and shamelessly showed himself with dishonorable women. Women who showed too much skin or approached men shamelessly. Sometimes he would bring disrespectful foreign friends he met in other countries, to the palace, against his father's orders.

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

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.

A warm breeze blows my dress around my legs and I almost stumble from the force of it. “Welcome to your new pack, El. The Luxa Pack,” Alaric says as my mouth parts open at the beautiful sight in front of me. We are nearly on an island, which is full of bright green trees, with a stunning beach where waves brush against the soft sand. There are wolves running around on the beach, and people swimming in the sea with nets. Everything looks so peaceful, relaxing and I’m stunned silent. We have stopped is on a long red brick bridge and I look back to see it leads to the mainland, looking like the only entrance to the island. The middle of the island is built up, and huts lead up to a large grey s

She is a nerdy Omega everyone picked on. He is the bad boy Alpha who hated her. Until fate changed everything. Lily Mittens had always kept her head down, hiding behind books and oversized sweaters, secretly crushing on Joe Wellington, the rude, arrogant future Alpha who never even looked her way. So when the Moon Goddess marks Joe as her fated mate, Lily is excited, but Joe doesn’t want a weak Omega for a Luna. But Lily is no ordinary wolf. She has a power that could change everything but she doesn't know it yet. Will Joe see the real Lily before it’s too late? Will Joe Wellington accept her as his fated mate? Find out in this story!

Gloria flattered her. "Oh, yes". Maria giggled with dreamy eyes. "| wonder which of them". She placed her fingers on her chin and thought. "Hmm, maybe The prince of Iris, or The prince of Monaco, God, he was carved by Zeus himself". She shrieked with a blush on her face as they both held their hands with dreamy eyes. "He is so dreamy". She released a sigh and stared at a place. Sasha only rolled her eyes at their acts as she stood up from the bed.

One stopped me before I could get to the stairs. “Uhm, princess, there’s a man here who says he needs to see you. It's slightly unsettling. He looks like Hep, but his name is Khalith. Do you know anyone by that name, or did Hep have any children previously?” Tourmaline’s wings fluttered a little faster than normal.

Both of them trained to be the best mafia boss but Miguel Lazarillo insisted that Caspian should be the mafia boss since Jiro was too young for that responsibility. "Fine." "Really? You're going to come?" Casper's eyes widened in shock because Jiro made him say yes. "That fast?" "Let's go," Caspian said. He did not change his clothes. He was just wearing a plane black shirt, a taslan short and a pair of black slippers. He is wearing his gold necklace that symbolizes his power and will. People in their city was used to this Caspian. Wearing a simple shirt while going to parties and doesn't care about what other people are saying. After all, he is the boss.

I didn’t even known Caspian was capable to saying the word, let alone confronting Ark about it. “Caspian…” The Prince looks down at me. “No, seriously. He looks like he’s had his way with a fair share of women.” I stare back at him, bewildered. Am I supposed to know the answer to that? Am I supposed to have insight into Ark's private affairs? “What’s your point, sir?” Ark questions tiredly. “Well, I’d like some advice.” Caspian’s tone suggests amusement, however his eyes convey another story. “I’ve been so sheltered, I wouldn’t know the first thing about pleasing a woman.”