Prince D Trolls Novels & Stories

“Well, there are only a few of us left now because of all the wars that happened over the years. But there is hope now since you are here my king.” Luke was stunned, first, these Trolls seem to know about him yet he knew nothing about them. “Why are you calling me your king?” the Trolls looked at each other before answering. “Your power my king, we felt it from up in the mountains, it is so strong that no supernatural can ignore it. Also, there is a prophecy that a Demon King shall be born and will bring all the supernatural beings together and we will live in peace once again.”

Xander had promised to keep her close to his heart when he confessed and to visit her whenever he could as he was always busy with his affairs as the crown prince of the nation. He had mustered up his courage to tell her that he was the prince, afraid that she would leave him because of their status. His anxiety being met with gentle chuckles as Diane embraced him, telling him that she already knew since the day she saw his silver hair. Xander, relieved from his troubled thoughts then felt a little silly. Of course she would have known... Silver hair was the symbol of royalty in the Kingdom of Enoch. Nonetheless, he wanted to be the one to tell her himself. And he did.

Alex jumped in quickly, saying, "Ms. Emerson, don't bother looking. He's not even half as handsome as a regular dude. No cool scars, just plain ugly. You won't give him a second glance." Her hand hovered in the air for a moment before she pulled it back. 20 minutes were up. In the last moments before everything went dark, I mustered all my willpower and said, "Mom, I swear off chocolate forever..." Fiona's eyes narrowed, panic-stricken as she pushed the hair from my face. The second she saw my features, she let out a gut-wrenching yell. "Cole! Cole!" Alex was stunned. So was everyone else. "Ms. Emerson... his name isn't Cole, is it? The guy who brought him said his name's Chester..."

I press my hand against my forehead, beginning to pace, even with my knee protesting as it does. When I look back at the Prince, he’s watching me with a calm expression, although his eyes suggest otherwise. They are ablaze with unreadable emotion, his full lips settled in a line. "My name is Hale,” he murmurs. He doesn’t offer his hand, and he doesn’t need to, because there is no way I would dare touch a pureblood. Even if his skin does look perfectly unflawed and temptingly…I shake my head. What am I thinking?

He ushered them into a dimly lit back room filled with stolen clocks and silverware. "You shouldn't be here," Rolly hissed, locking the door. "The city is on lockdown. The Merchant Council has tripled the watch. They say there’s a war coming." "The war is here, Rolly," Tristan said, stepping into the light. He took off his cap. Rolly stared at him. He looked at the black hair, the sharp cheekbones, the blue eyes. "You..." Rolly paled. "You’re the Prince. The Viper."

Trolls? Spindle nodded, "they want something from you miss. You and your friend, apparently he's a," "Prince. Is that what they were saying? They took him cause he's a prince?" Spindle nodded, "and you're his princess." I leaned back, letting the back of my head hit the muddy wall. "Its the fucking Luri's all over again." Spindle let out a light chuckle, "Oh miss, Luri's are nothing compared to trolls. If you don't give them what they want. You won't survive."

Vulcan and Anala, who had just arrived, gasped at the tribute given by Radcliff and Newton to the figure of a young boy who had black hair and red eyes. “It’s him, Vulcan!” shouted Anala while gasping. “I, Draco Black, the last Dragon Prince is willing to take your oath of allegiance, the Fire Salamander-incarnate Radcliff. Let's fight to awaken the dragons and protect Magica from harm,” Draco replied with an aura of majesty and graceful charisma.

I can stop time for 5 min in every 30 minutes and 1 minute in every 6 minutes owl:- what is your plan master prince:- I don't have family, I am not a prince anymore, I can go where I want, if I stay here any longer they make me new king, let them take care of kingdom I should leave this place, owl turns into the house I want to ride you then own turn into hours as his master said owl:- where do you want to go, master prince:- I am not a prince anymore. I have to do something for living and I have rare magic let's go to a different nation and start new like not as a prince but as a god then sit over the house and he takes him to a country which is near to his nation prince:- I am sure people

"Nice to meet you." "And the-" he gestured to the twins but was stopped by them. "Fred," said one of the twins. "We want to be introduced last." continued the other. These guys are embarrassing. "Very well," Fred nodded and gestured to the prince, who I already started to dislike. "This here is Prince Ace Feradin from the Kingdom of Tordis. Please forgive him from his rudeness earlier." Instead of bowing, prince Ace nodded his head once. "By the way, that's PRINCE Ace for YOU"

These made him the most alluring man in the whole empire. Tolkien wanted to met the prince in person to see for himself how would he feel around the person with such frightening attributes. Yet this day had come when he gor to see the young he-wolf arrived at his humble abode only to be taken aback at how he dealt things differently around that tribe princess, who by the way was the daughter of that tribal king, the one the price abhores the most. He then wondered if the young prince discovered his own affection towards her or was it hard to find since it had been hidden that it was left unexplored?