Prince Henry Young Novels & Stories

His voice was cold, sending shivers down people's spines. "I didn't say you're not the king's son. I only said you're not Prince Harry!" Branden deliberately paused for a moment, and then a mysterious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Is that right, Prince Hayden?" "Prince Hayden?" The other people were dumbfounded. "Wasn't he dead?" Branden's words were like a giant bomb exploding in the water, stirring up a thousand waves. Prince Hayden was the queen's second child. After the death of Prince Toby, he lost his life at a young age due to a car accident.

“Hm. And what could be so interesting from the mouths of commoners?” Garrick took a breath before revealing the news. “There have, apparently, been quite a bit of speculation surrounding the Third Prince and a mystery girl around the capital.” The scratch of pen against paper suddenly halted. “Interesting. Enlighten me, Garrick,” Alpha Prince Henry, firstborn of the royal bloodline, murmured with a raised eyebrow as he straightened in his chair. “Just what sort of scandal has my precious, reckless little brother gotten himself into?”

Henry was all smiles and politeness, stepping up to Chandler and offering a handshake, "Mr. Young." Chandler just flicked his hand in the air, a brush-off if there ever was one, "How old are you, anyway?" Henry's smile wavered, and he awkwardly pulled back his hand, scratching his head, "I'm twenty-eight." Candace's voice, sharp as ice, cut in from the sidelines, "What my boyfriend is trying to say is, you're not in the club yet. Can't you take a hint?" The room went tense for a beat. Rana's cheeks puffed out, and she looked ready to throw down with Candace, but Henry gently tugged at her arm.

But since the king had been neglecting his duties in the past few months, more evidently in the past few days due to health problems, they were left with no choice but to give the prince the benefit of the doubt. “Have you scanned the entire area?”, Henry didn’t need anything beside their nods to understand the situation. Looking back at the map, he focused on the little red pins, all five of them. “Sir Lucas.”, The bald general straightened his back in a sign of respect, he was yet to witness the crowned prince ruling proficiencies but he was well aware of his military excellence, his wits and good judgment over matters. He was one of the very few who believed that the young prince deserved

“Sorry about that, I’ve been-” “You haven’t slept in days, have you?” The prince nodded sheepishly. “I saw an old newspaper article from years ago and I dug through the royal archives for days to find more information but- *yawn* I’ve never found anything else. Aside from a few accounts, that is.” “What about?” “King Herald’s death.” Katie felt the hairs on her body stand on end. Isn’t this too much of a coincidence? “Would you like to hear it?” Alexander asked, giddy.

Domenico I was a little bit uncomfortable when the two prince introduced their selves to me. "I'm Edward Stefan Domenico .. The second prince of Vlademort. It's very pleasure to meet you Rosalind." He took my hand and kissed it. His hand was so cold that even his lips kissed my hand. "My name is Henry Casper Domenico .. The third prince." It sparingly introduced itself and also kissed my hand. "It's nice to meet you too .. Princes of Vlademort." I bow to them.

" The whole hospital room was fixed on me, waiting for what I would do next. Even Fiona paused, her eyes locked on mine, waiting for my decision. I took a moment, the silence hanging heavy, before I finally reached out my hand. "Give me back my lucky coin." Josh fumbled in his pocket in a rush and passed it to me. It was smeared with blood, but a quick wipe revealed the nickname etched into it. I always thought that as I got older, my face and my ways might change so much that even my own parents would not recognize me.

His name was Alpha Henry. It wasn’t like she didn’t see him much. It was just that he was always not interested in staying in public all the time. But everyone knew him to be Raymond’s cousin, and he was also part of the royal family. His father was the younger brother to the king, which made him a prince too. He was known to be very cold.

Elizabeth exclaimed, genuinely surprised by this revelation, though she was more surprised by Henry's reluctance to share this piece of information about him and his family with her. "I am a prince since my father is considered to be a king of the dragons. That title goes back to ancient times, and it's more of a formality now. But the respect from our kind and also of all of the other supernatural creatures remained, and they acknowledge us like royals. I guess if anything were to happen to require king's attention, Dad would step in…" Elizabeth was silent for a while, thinking about what she just heard. One thing was sure, Henry would never stop amazing her. The world he brought her into w

a soft voice that made my heart race and freeze at the same time said from the doorway. I turned to see Henry standing in the door. He wore distressed jeans and a loose dress shirt. His golden-red hair was a mess and he looked exhausted. Like he’d been up all night. His blue eyes were laser focused on me. “Henry,” I whispered. My feet suddenly grew roots to the floor and I couldn’t move. Gunner turned to see who had spoken. His gray eyebrows went up into his hair. “Your highness,” Gunner said, turning and bowing to the prince. He knew who Henry was. I felt like an idiot. I was an idiot.