Prince Eyes Novels & Stories

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In that respect he’d got off reasonably lightly… what he hadn’t got off lightly with was who his mate was. Well it wasn’t really who… Prince Christopher was a kind, caring and generous prince like his family. On the surface he liked what he saw, not that he’d ever given another male a second glance. But he had certainly given him a closer look at the ball while he danced with his sister. Deep golden walnut hair fell to his jaw, unlike usual, the thick hair had been waxed back, otherwise it always fell into his face. His sharp jaw and golden eyes the carbon copy of his father.

for HIM. The princes greeted me with the usual flattery and courtly words, but I heard little of their pleasantries. My eyes darted from one face to another searching for green eyes or a bandaged arm. Prince Aric had green eyes but slender frame couldn’t be that of the man who held me strongly last night. Moving on, I found myself face-to-face with Prince Gilbert of Suncrest. His eyes, too, gleamed a rich green, though they lacked the intensity that had haunted my dreams. He was impeccably formal.

At his words, Rowena realizes he overheard her remarks and her face flushes with embarrassment. Realising that she is being ignored and that the prince isn’t going to pay her any attention, Rowena shoots me one last seething glare before leaving with a huff. I turn to get a better look at the prince and am immediately struck by the colour of his eyes—green with streaks of black, almost identical to mine. He notices the similarity at the same time and regards me with curiosity. Most Lycans have brown eyes, and I've never encountered anyone with the exact same eye colour as mine.

I told myself, maybe he's just intrigued by me, and once he gets what he wants, he'll completely forget about me! My heart tighted, and I was about to politely decline Prince Louis's kind offer when I suddenly caught sight of his eyes. He stared at me with those clear, ocean-blue eyes, as intense and focused as the sea outside. His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow below his eyes. His face held little expression, but it completely captured my gaze.

Prince Senya had dark chocolate eyes and skin that reminded me of caramel. His dark brown hair was full of natural beautiful curls that glazed a bit over his eye brows. He's a bit taller than Barinor, but his strength I doubt would match. The prince then stepped forward as he bowed and took my hand and brought it to his lips placing a gentle kiss on the back of my hand not once breaking eye contact. I placed a fake smile upon my face as he slowly lowered my hand down. "I hope your ride wasn't too, uh," He looked at Glydor and back at me and shook his head. "Nevermind."

The same thing happens in the opposite line with the men. So now, I'm facing Prince Frank. His red hair, inherited from his mother, under the candlelight of the chandeliers, looks like flames on his head. His little blue eyes look like glass beads that make me shudder whenever I look at them. His face is full of dark freckles that would look very charming to a girl, but to Prince Frank, they are not charming at all. On the contrary, they may seem a repulsive sight to me in combination with his small narrow nose and his very thin - almost non-existent - lips.

I fell to the ground and I gasped for air. I held my chest as my long hair swayed to the front. My eyes widened when I saw that more strands are white now. I looked up and saw the Prince walking towards me with a smirk. "So it is true, your eyes are the color of the void." What? My eyes turned black again? He tried attacking me but I was quick to dodge and send him flying back once more. I heard him laugh despite being further away. Shit, some part of my powers are back!

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

She thought her daughter had seen a handsome young man she love for the first time. Throughout this time, Prince had firmly closed his eyes and murmured to restore his inner force. He did not know what was going on. About two and a half hours later, Prince opened his eyes to see the hall was completely crowded. However, the majestic throne of the Green Eyes Continent Emperor remained vacant. Prince saw different robes in the hall. The design of the room with gold and diamond was splendid. It was the first time Prof Prince had smelled the scent of sweet essence. The incense was hanging on the walls in the hall.