Prince In Snow White Name Novels & Stories

His eyes change to that of his dragon, my wolf also coming forward. My brother steps forward but King Vulcan’s men stop him from getting to us. I catch Saint's eye then shake my head at him. The King smiles at me; Oh Goddess, he is drop dead gorgeous, and very dangerous looking. I smile back, my cheeks must be flaming red under his gaze. “What is your name?” he asks, his accent thick but smooth. “Princess Emerald” Saint snaps from behind the king, still being blocked from getting to us. The king smirks as he looks down at me.

Damn his killer smile and his dimples. "You know" I faced him, propping my left arm under my head "my prince charming is gonna have dimples just like you" I poked his cheek. He groaned "here we go again" I was pretty serious about the prince charming thing, I know that we dont live in a fairytale world but I believe there is a special person waiting for us. My special person must be super cute, tall, must have brown hair, blue eyes, dimples, and yes, pink lips. Yummy.

"But please, call me Alex. Prince Alexander makes me feel someone else. I'm just like you." "Well, technically," I spoke, "I'm the White Wolf and I'm one of a kind." "Always so literal, aren't you? White Wolf?" "Always so annoying, aren't you? Prince?" Prince Alexander chuckled, shaking his head. "You got me there." With a playful grin, I nudged his arm. "I'll take that as a compliment." He laughed, the sound echoing through the corridor. "You should. Not everyone has the wit to keep up with me."

It's as if I've only just come into existence. I shake my head. "Someone must have used magic on her," the woman gasps, gripping my hand, her knuckles as pale as her face. One particularly strong gust of wind looks as though it could blow her off her feet. "Your name is Avila, and you are nineteen years of age. You are a Princess, in this territory, and this is your mother, Crimson. She is the Queen," Roel explains slowly, so I can absorb the information without fainting from the sheer weight of it.

Prince Xander asked while looking deeply into the beautiful girl's face. "Yes, I remember well, prince. My name is Alleta Wolfrentie." replied the beautiful girl. "Oh, I'm sorry. I gave you another name because I didn't know," said Prince Xander. Alleta Wolfrentie smiled as she shook her head. "No problem, I understand," he replied. "Okay, thanks. Mmm...." Prince Xander said as he coded Aleta Wolfrentie to put on her clothes. "I will turn around," continued Prince Xander as he turned his back to Alleta. Alleta immediately put on the dress given by prince Xander. A few moments later,

Axel admired how Scarlett's hair descended majestically all along her body. “Her name is Scarlett.” Andry smiled, caressing the black horse. “She is beautiful!” “She is, sir Daniel used to ride her a lot.” “Oh,” Axel stared at Andry's sad face and sighed. “Can I choose a horse too?” “Of course.” The prince rubbed his chin and kept staring at the horses. “This one!” he pointed to a white horse. “What is his name?” “Snow.” “Beautiful!” Axel exclaimed. “Can you teach me how to ride?”

I answer, already on my way to meet him. He comes in quick, meeting me before I'm out the door. His eyes shift between us, careful and analysing. “What’s going on?” “Nothing,” I hook my arm in his. “Just saying goodbye to Cinderella’s evil sisters.” “Does that make you Cinderella then sis?” I shrug, “I’m whoever got Prince Charming, sis.” I say, feeling too petty to just ignore the remark. Audrey smiles, “Cinderella.” “Snow white,” Kingston says. “She’s the fairest in all the lands.”

Prince Stephen said, bowing slightly. "You don't have to apologize, boy witch; I have no grudge against you," Adrian said as he rose to his feet and approached Prince Stephen, reaching out to shake his hand. After they had broken their handshake, Prince Stephen spoke up again. "You are aware that my name is Stephen, correct? not the boy witch" "Oh, I know that, but boy witch sounds better because you're a little boy and a witch," Adrian explained, causing Prince Stephen to blush slightly in embarrassment at being referred to as a witch.

Nicholas seemed to be in a pleasing mood, " You're falling for this spirit. You know nothing can ever happen between you two, right?" Aerys chuckled, " I'm not falling for her," the Prince refused. I could see the smile that started to form on his lips before it vanished. He didn't want Aerys to see him smiling over a spirit. "OK, what does ' this nonspirit' look like?" " A white wolf," he answered. " There are white wolves other than the Queen?" I asked. It was like they had just noticed me now.

“It's a boy, your majesty.” “Yesss, it's a boy.” Candice squealed. “What do you want to name him?” Candice asked. “Rossi Junior.”