Prince Henry Young Novels & Stories

That would be— Oh, Goddess. "Madame Dalia." Nine perked at the voice, both her and Mom standing from their seats as they turned around and bowed. King Leonard Byron had not looked like she had expected him to. She already knew werewolves aged slower, but he looked young, for someone she knew had ruled Raester longer than she had lived, and at his left stood a look alike of his. The Crown Prince. Unlike everyone else, he didn't stare at her with disdain, or disgust. Instead, his face bore something of curiousity. Like he wanted to know more about her.

"I could also tell that you had already claimed your very first enemy. Why is she looking at you like that?" "Hmm?" "The mustard girl." "Oh my gosh!" Princess Seri almost gagged at Prince Hazan's perfect description of Princess Celine, especially since the woman decided to wear yellow up to her gloves. "You can't say that; I might accidentally call her the same thing, Oh my God." The prince chuckled at how she reacted. "But seriously, Prince Hazan, I would like to ask you not to do this again," she said. "I might lose all my hair if you don't."

“How were things here?” There’s a tense silence, and then Henry’s voice rises, sounding more authoritative than I’ve ever heard it. “Well you have much bigger problems than the Prince.” He bites, “Do you have any idea what this game of yours is doing to that poor girl?” “Of course I do.” Sinclair replies sharply, his own voice growing harsh. “And it upsets me more than you could imagine.”

She decided to ask Ned about it and discuss it with him. On her way to find Ned, she overheard several servants chatting. "Look, this is the clothing of the young prince. Too bad he's not in the castle anymore," one said. "Why? I've never heard of a young prince before," another replied. "Well, you're new here. The young prince was even more handsome than the other two princes. He had a unique mark on his neck - an 'N' shaped birthmark," a third servant explained. "It's amazing, but we can't see him anymore."

the Alpha stammered as Ash raised an eyebrow. "My brother, the Crowned Prince Eoin, is currently in transition to the King title, and Gamma Chance here will be his Royal Gamma moving forward. Also, as I am sure you are aware, Gamma Danny's daughter was kidnapped by someone you associated with, so who I introduce as the royal Gamma should be the least of your worries. " Ash responded, allowing his aura to seep out. "We are here as advised to gather information and pass possible judgement on any dealings." he said so matter of factly. The Alpha and Beta stood firm, but I could see the Luna sway under the fear she felt.

He was the popular prince Damien? Prince Damien– nicknamed The golden prince of all princes, was so popular, his reputation preceded him far and wide. It was said that he was the youngest person ever to defeat a crowned king in history, when he accompanied his father to a war, two years ago. At such a young age, he had achieved feats so many crowned kings hadn't been able to. The guards’ eyes flicked to me, suspicion in their gazes. “What’s she doing here?” one of them asked, glancing nervously between me and this prince Damien. “We apologize if her presence has caused you any trouble, your highness.”

Henry withdrew his hand and respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, the prince has passed the critical stage, but his pulse is still weak, cold energy has invaded, and his blood is depleted. Moreover..." Henry hesitated for a moment, unable to meet Valerius' gaze. “What else?” Valerius asked urgently, the sense of unease rising within him. “Your Majesty… the prince’s mind appears to have been severely disturbed. His spirit is unsettled, as though he has lost his senses. If he continues to be agitated, it could lead to madness,” Henry said softly, his eyes filled with apprehension. “Madness?" Valerius turned to look at Ethan’s tear-streaked, delicate face. He shook his head. “Impossible. How cou

I walked forward and crouched down in front of him. “Lucian, I told you—your youth is expensive. “Now, I hope you can afford the price.” With that, I removed the corsage from my chest and casually threw it into his face. “The wedding is canceled. “Everyone, please make yourselves comfortable. Today’s banquet is my treat. Hope you enjoyed the show.”

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

damn them all. Queen Ysabel smiled a crooked smile, clapping her gloved hands together, “Wonderful! With that out of the way, here's what I want you to do, milord... I want you to–” . . . “My name is Jin Bathory C. Sanscroft, youngest son of Sir Edward the Sword of Steel and heir to House Sans, Your Highness.” The Princess kept her lips frozen in a practiced smile; the teacup clenched tightly by her gloved hand so much so that the handle was bound to crack into two within her unrelenting grip any second now.