Prince Fan Art Novels & Stories

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.

Ok, let's come back to the present, I guess you now understand mom's reason for calling me Demian, a name that rhymes with a demon. Well, it's true, I'm Damian, a hybrid of mom a beautiful human lady, and Dad, a seductive Akwa-being, and a Sea King, I guess that made me an Aqua-prince, and yes this is the story of my life.

' I stare out at the dark footpath 'Yes' I reply finally. Another pause. Then- He sends a picture of me, standing at the window, shirtless looking out, holding my phone. This is me from just now. another text appears 'You looked better with the hickeys I left'

Your prince SEBASTIAN,

but all the Prince's guards were so fond of him that they did everything they dared, in spite of the King, to make the time pass pleasantly. one day, as the Prince was walking up and down the great gallery, thinking how miserable it was to be so ugly, and to be forced to marry an equally frightful Princess, he looked up suddenly and noticed that the painted windows were particularly bright and beautiful, and for the sake of doingsomething that would change his sad thoughts he began to examine them attentively.He found that the pictures seemed to be scenes from the life of a man who appeared in every window, and the Prince, fancying that he saw in this man some resemblance to himself, began t

prince:- I want to hug my beautiful prince, not by male, I don't have a thing for male and when if I am with a girl don't you think it romantic rather than a male. prince also stand at his feet. but he makes blue soul angry blue soul:- Sorry for the disappointment master, I am not able to let you fuck me. prince:- I am joking I love you, you are my friend and lifesaver, after all, I want to explore this world. blue soul:- maybe I spoil you more than enough master, you are an idiot. it transforms back into an owl. prince:- I... owl:- before you say something master I want to tell you something

He says and I nod. When he leaves, my head swims and I nearly fall back on the bed but curiosity takes me off it and I slowly walk around his bedchamber. It’s not everyday I get to be in a Prince’s chambers unsupervised. They say people’s homes say a lot about them and if I’ll go by what I see here, the Prince is a lover of beautiful things. The art pieces hanging off the walls are indulgent, as normal Lyrians will be implicated for being frivolous. The sculpted figurines are all of women, some dancing, some playing instruments, some riding and fighting. The prince has an eye for beauty and he likes to be surrounded by beautiful things.

Julius Darcey. The Third Prince was a smaller version of Elijah but had a goofy smile on his face. Noah Darcey. The Second Princess, wore a suit similar to Julius. She had a scar that covered her right eye, which had an eye patch. Theodora Darcey. The Fourth Prince was missing. The Sixth Prince was Gerard Darcey. The only one besides the Empress that looked surprised. It was like he saw a ghost. "What an entrance," said Callum. His hand clapping. "I expect no less from a Dragon Slayer like yourself."

I hardly cussed, but it always happened whenever I lost my cool. "Stop trying to stop me or else…" "Else what, whore?" Jade gibed, shoving me slightly. "As if Alan isn't enough for you, you jumped to the prince. Do you think he can make you a princess?" "You'll always remain the frog you are." She added, giggling. I didn't understand why they were referring to Asher as a prince. Perhaps, they forgot to add a jerk to it because that was who he was, and how I saw him too.

Caroline ended the story, caressing Artin’s face. “Mamma, I’m… a prince,” Artin said, recalling how someone had called him Prince. “Yes, you’re my prince,” Caroline said, pinching his cheek. “Prince cham..Caming?” Artin asked. “No, sweetheart. You’re only my Prince. My Prince charming is your Papa. Only people of almost height become any girl prince charming.” Caroline answered his unasked question, knowing very well what he was going to ask next. She knowingly mentioned the word HEIGHT so that Artin wouldn’t start complaining about him not making her Prince charming.