Prince From Shrek Novels & Stories

"This is my sister Sheila, Master. She's a little young and reckless, don't fault her too much." Sister? Darryl stopped short. The Prince's sister—was not that the Princess, then? Princess Sheila burst into giggles before she said proudly, "That's me. I'm the smart, gorgeous Princess Sheila." As she spoke, Sheila thrust the hairs she had plucked off Darryl back into his palms, pretending to bow deeply. "So sorry for that, Master White Beard. I could not help myself." Darryl did not have the heart to be angry at the mischievous look on her face. So he just flashed a pained smile.

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."

The world is small, I would never have imagined that Kensha would have been found by the brothers in arms of Igor and Ernest, it's incredible. - you are the famous prince said another sarcastically - I am no longer a prince, I say just as sarcastically, bringing astonishment to their faces - why....... Wait, I'll first introduce you, Igor tells me, from left to right you have Michaël, Mike, Derek, Oliver, and Zadiste.

Bernice was always excited for the strangest of things. “It's a ball so you have to get your butt off that couch and go ‘bibi di babidi bo' your way into becoming a princess in the next one hour cause we are going to find your prince charming.” “Prince charming is from Shrek while prince— nevermind,” I said, shoving the small talk aside. “I don't need a Prince charming. I want Xander.” “Well, Xander doesn't want you,” she said without any emotions and the glare I gave her almost made her trip on her heels.

The pumpkin vines beneath Prince Adrian's feet instantly burst from the ground and wrapped around his legs like snakes. "Let me go! I'm the prince! I'm the chosen one!" Prince Adrian shouted. He thrashed wildly, cutting through one vine only for two more to wrap around him. The red glow in his eyes intensified, and he looked completely consumed by madness. "No… I can't lose. That throne is mine! The dark wizard told me that as long as I find the owner of the glass slipper and drain her power, I can be the prince forever!" My sisters and I looked at one another in shock.

“Wake up, El,” Alaric’s deep, almost soothing voice drifts to my ears, waking me up from a deep sleep full of burning wolves and a dying pack I’ve just been taken from. I open my eyes to see his face inches from mine, his large hand on my shoulder. He is really handsome, flawless and his face looks sculpted from the gods themselves.

Trying to hide his smile, he drank his water. "Prince," she called him. "Are you fucking with me?" The prince almost spat out his drink as he heard her words. "Am I what?" "I am asking if your just going to fuck with me." "Wha-I mean—why?" "Because, prince Hazan, I am not here to fuck around." "If you are going to just try and mess with me, just don't." "By that, what do you mean?"

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.

Barinor placed his hands on my shoulders to keep me upright and I gave him a dazy smile. "Ahem…" we heard someone clearing their throat behind us trying to get our attention, making us both turn our heads. "This must be the big ferocious beast we all had been hearing about, that scared away our horses and our driver included." It was the prince, and he held out a hand toward Barinor. Once he knew I was steady enough he let go of my shoulders and took the prince's hand for a handshake. Prince Senya had dark chocolate eyes and skin that reminded me of caramel.

Ace said and pushed me rather harshly behind him. "Leaving so soon? Without a welcome party? Oh come on!" He said and gave us all a once over. He grinned. "Well what do you know?!" He said in a booming voice as he addressed Nate. "Prince Nathaniel Denver! Young prince from the kingdom of Vertez. Last I heard you were in the kingdom of Thalia fighting for a petty throne! And since you're here, I'm guessing the rest of you are princes as well! Ha! Now we really need to throw you guys a party!" He said and his comrades, I counted at least 12, yelled in agreement. "Hm? Oh what have we here?" Scary eye patch man said when he saw me behind Ace. "A girl? Are you the princess of Thalia?"