Prince Fan Art Novels & Stories

the shadow yelled, "Prince of Sharks" Lord Reece repeats. A group from the kingdom of sharks starting jumping in excitement and raised the Prince of Shark on their shoulders. Everyone applauded, then the Prince of sharks flew to Lord Reece and join him on stage arrogantly waving at everyone. The prince of sharks is a handsome, muscular boy of around 25 years with green eyes and curly blonde hairs, his white skin has small fins and gills on it. Butterflies started floating in everyone stomach to know who will be the next. Every eye is desperately looking to the Bowl of fire.

They were none other than The infamous Prince and his dear boyfriend-come-fiance, Taylor Shaman. The Prince had an eerily two and a half meters tall height with a roughly built physique. Everybody could sense the dominance and elegance oozing from him. Beside him dressed in a beautiful slender white suit and dark blue shirt, Taylor looked just like a handsome idol. There was no trace of uneasiness in their faces, only acceptance and proudness.

This Prince was quite confident in his identity, which was admirable. His face was beautiful too, all high cheekbones and strong jawline, eyes the pale green of a lily pad. He had his hair swept into a half-hearted quiff, curling around his milky pale face in an admittedly attractive way. There was no smile on those full lips, simply set in a straight line. At least now she knew for sure that the rumours about Prince being intimidating and scary had not been exaggerated.

From what she had told me, Prince Barlion Great looked like a man painted by the best artistes in all the five kingdoms. High cheekbones, sharp jawline, a straight nose, tick long hair that falls down his back, a face that can drive any woman insane... those were the rumors. But none of them did him any justice. The Prince does look like he's a painting that came to life. But his expression makes me want to hide from him. The disgusted look hasn't left his face since he silently started leading me to my chamber. Mirra silently followed after us. After what seemed like hours, we finally reached my temporary chamber and I stopped to bow my head in gratitude and thank him, but his harsh voice f

Something Is Very Wrong Sixty-Eight: 3rd Person’s POV “Your job was simple. Get close to the Prince, worm your way into his heart. How did you mess this up so badly.” The High Elder glares at Char as he finishes raising the soundproof window between them and the driver. Char pulls her seatbelt over her shoulder without looking at her father. She knew what was coming. All he has ever cared about is establishing himself with as much power as he can. Never thinking of anyone but himself.

and looking for the prince but we couldn't find him "general we can't find the prince" one of my men reported to me "keep on searching" I shouted with impatience. We had to find him or else I'll be dead before I have a chance to report my failure, after a while the warriors came rushing towards us and the prince was running to the battle with one of the sirens from the river. When they got to us the battle got heated up, arrows were raining from the sky and my men were dying but we still had the upper hand and that was when the so called tribreed prince shifted into a dragon and started to rain fire on us. In a matter of minutes half of my men had been killed, the tables had turned and we w

Still, he kept tormenting him. All of this had just been for his attention, just to be a friend, but the Prince— All the Royals, just had sticks up their ass. They cared for no one unless you were important and because he wasn't, he had been tossed away like he was not a person. So why should he care if they were falling off their high chairs? He was going to watch them fall and break their necks and laugh. At least, that had been the plan. "Skye!"

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.

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!

he asked. “Raine…” Raeyan heaved a sigh. “I know. They can’t be replaced.” Raine sadly smiled. “Like I was, I can’t be replaced, too, to be the princess’s incarnation.” He said. Raeyan lowered his head and clenched his fists. He is both frustrated and sad. After all, they have no choice but to be guardians. But, Raine’s responsibility is bigger as the incarnation of princess Alf. After all, princess Alf has frozen her entire kingdom. Even though she did it to halt the enemies from destroying her kingdom, freezing the kingdom is also a way to destroy it. So, the kingdom has to be defrosted. And they don’t know how that will happen.