Prince Fan Art Novels & Stories

he asked disdainfully, returning the book to me. His likeness sneered at me from the page with an almost identical expression of derision. The picture showed two brothers, almost identical in appearance, watching a man cower before them. The artist had captured a coldness in their expressions that made you pity the man that they gazed at. Under the drawing he had written: The Fae Princes Show No Mercy. “They look a lot like you,” I pointed out. “Do they?” he said archly. “I find the artist lacks in talent and imagination.”

"Into making love to him whenever he wants." "Oh wow..." Jun felt his cheeks burn. "It's their little secret and the artist takes pleasure in giving the man he's in love with, passionate nights. Guess what." Namgyu said with his smug smirk that had Seokjun swooning. "W– what?" "He discovers the Prince is a masochist." Seokjun tried not to choke on the saliva he'd swallowed wrongly. "The Prince asks the artist to bruise his porcelain skin with love bites every time they make love. The marks and bruises left make the Prince feel like he is art itself. The artist's work on his body."

He grinned as he thought about the time, he crumpled the said piece of paper and the younger prince had dived after it as if his life depended on it. His inner voice had told him that the woman in the sketch was not an Ecanus like them, she was of a different race, hence her emanating beauty and aura as she stared into the piece of art his brother had created. Suddenly, the thought of Samuel crossed his mind and the older prince grinned mischievously in the bath, Colter had already been gone for a while and the best he could do right now was to ruin his profile. The girl in the sketch was not an Ecanus, it was like one of those idiot mortals that Samuel fell in love with, a human.

“Michael’s looking for you. Where have you been? You missed practice this afternoon.” “I had a meeting. He was aware of that,” I grit out, fishing my phone out of my purse. “Did I miss something important? The music is already finalized for both acts–” “There’s a rumor going around that the prince is coming to the concert tonight,” he says with effort, his cheeks going a ruddy pink, a sharp contrast to his nearly white-blond hair. “The prince?” There’s three. The chances it’s him are… thirty-three percent, which means it’s highly likely it’ll be Prince Liam, a true lover of the arts, of his younger brother, Prince Noah.

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

the maid replied fearfully before running to catch up with the rest of her team Prince Falkor was the eldest Prince of the Alpha King, tall and hairy. He loves to pack his hair up and tie it in ponytail, making his thick eyebrows more visible. His broad face accommodated all the beauties that was carved there, his lips were averagely thick and they spread wide whenever a smile appeared on them.

shouted one of the other fairies. Keefe paid no heed to the anxious cries that tried to prevent his actions. His resolve was unanimous. “I am Prince Keefe Forest, Son of Fairy Princess Ellie Forest, Protector of the Forest, Protector of Fairies and Fauns. I will fulfill my duty to protect the whole forest,” Keefe shouted loudly and valiantly.

“It told me of your fears, your hopes. You leave a piece of yourself in the portal each time you enter. And the portal remembers, Cernunnos.” She smirked at him as she settled herself on the floor near him. “But you know all about that, don’t you Prince of Summer? One of the oldest and purest bloodline of Sidhe. The Idle Prince, so world-weary that not even your duties amuse you anymore.” Beckett sucked in a breath, eyes narrowed. “Also the only Prince who Sparked for someone that was already spoken for. I wonder, do you get a second shot at love? Will there ever be another Spark for you?”

I say. Tialha shakes her head as Dominic scoffs. “No, Princess. Our Prince is very strong, stronger than anyone in the kingdom except possibly our King. No one moves our Prince unless he wants to be moved. He got a good dose of what a fight with a Guardian would look like today.” “The man has been chronicling the Guardians for two decades. Surely he knows this.” I say. “It’s one thing to see it done to others. It’s quite a different thing when you feel it yourself.”

He is the only one who is happy with what is happening. "Why are you giving me that look? Are you not satisfied enough? I gave you the freedom to enjoy your youth for the past years. It's time that you face your responsibilities as the future king of Italy, Prince Frencillio." He almost sounds like a villain father to me. "I am not this country's prince!" I spat rudely while glaring at him. He smiled and patted my shoulder. "Not yet, yes. But soon enough, you will be crowned as the prince and then the king of this country.”