Prince Hans Brothers Novels & Stories

For the second time in three months; I find myself a waiting the birth of another prince. My younger brother, Xavier, the prince of the Hell hounds; was the first. The second prince we await on, is the younger brother of my best friend, Gunner. Gunner, is the prince of all shifters. His father Kieran, is known as the Dragon King. I watch as both men pace back and forth with nervousness and excitment.

A deep frown settled on the Prince's face when he heard his mate's question. "James has been my father's advisor and personal assistant for years."The prince explained. "They were childhood friends who grew up together. That's all I know."The prince shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Alessandra nodded her head in understanding and it was quiet for a brief moment. "What about family? Does he have one?"Alessandra asked curiously. "Yes, he has a family."The prince said nonchalantly since he was less concerned about his father's advisor's personal life.

Hans was unable to reply and Evan didn't care at all. Evan knew very well that Hans was placed near him by his brother who was very fond of annoying him. Although his brother, who was the king of De Kruk Kingdom, gave him permission, he understood that Thomas would not let him go so easily. This was because Evan, who was not only the second prince of the kingdom, was also the temporary crown prince who would inherit the throne of De Kruk Kingdom if Thomas was no longer on the throne. Of course this was because Thomas De Kruk had not been blessed with a son until that moment. He only had a daughter who obviously could not ascend the throne. The centuries-old rules of the De Kruk Kingdom never

Gladys says. “No—please tell me. I haven’t gotten a chance to know him in the slightest.” I say. “Oh, okay. Prince Collins is the most different out of his brother. Just as he and Ozar were born in a similar season, they keep clashing heads and wanting the same things. Collins has always hated King Ozar and has competed with him since they were young.”

Leanne shuts up, and so does Peter, and the place is quiet for a few moments, and the silence is broken by a strong knocking on the door of the ward, so Maxmus indicates to Peter to get up to investigate what is the matter, so that Peter goes and returns after a few moments peter quietly; My guardian lord says the four princes have returned Maxmus is distracted; any princes Peter explains; HRH Prince Geoffrey, HRH Prince Samuel, HRH Prince Elinor and HRH Prince Andreas As soon as Peter finished his sentence, Leanne ran downstairs, followed by Maximus quickly, after putting on his clothes with the speed of lightning, to go out in front of the castle and find Jeffrey and Andreas entering from

Her second son, Benjamin Lancaster, the fourteenth prince, was still very young, only six years old. Wilfred had six sons who had been granted princely titles. Aside from Nathaniel and Frederick, who had distinguished themselves time and again on the battlefield, each of the other princes had also earned their own reputations through notable achievements. In other words, each of the other concubines had sons to rely on. Yet, Adelaide only had the fourteenth prince, who was still too young to have achieved anything. Whether he would one day make his mark remained uncertain.

The Emperor said and walked out of the room with his Empress, looking sadly at her son. “Take heart, little brother. At least you will be married off to a prominent family way out west. I look forward to seeing little piglets scurrying around. Ha, ha, ha.” The First Prince said, wrapping his arm around his younger brother’s neck, adding insult to his wounded pride. “I take it you will have second brother’s bride taken cared for?” The First Prince said, looking at the Head Master and began walking out of the room with his second brother still holding onto his neck with his arm.

"I do not! No one should. No one in their right mind should." He nodded subtly. "But I do. I enjoy anarchy." She swallowed. Oh Lord, she had offended him. "It is your preference, Your Highness." She quickly fixed it. The brothers were strange. Very much so. Who would prefer anarchy to peace? The prince ran his hand through his inappropriately long hair, looking afar off. His expression became impossible to read. "Preference. It has been a long while since my preference was considered." She bit her lip. "But you are the prince."

“They were lovely. Chaotic, but lovely.” “what about your siblings?” “Yeah since I have eleven brothers,” he said, pride evident in his voice. I whistled “That’s… a lot of princes.” “German royalty,” he shrugged mentally. “We believed in securing the family line.” “Names?” I prompted, genuinely curious now. “Let’s see… there was Friedrich, Wilhelm, Maximilian, Heinrich, August, Lukas, Johannes, Ulrich, Conrad, Otto, and little Uwe.” His mental voice grew softer. “They were all mischievous devils. Always getting the servants into trouble.”

“You understand that makes you a Princess, right?” I blinked at him, then turned to King Charles. “I don’t really have to be, you know. No one has to know about me. Your other.. children?” I asked, gesturing at the three men. “Oh! Yes, these are my sons. The youngest is Knox, the middle is Alexander, and the oldest is Adrian. They’re my children with the late Luna.” So, the third brother must take after his mother… Interestingly, King Charles’s genetics hadn’t pulled through as much with his first son. But genetics were wild things, and no two kids were ever the same.