Prince In Snow White Name นิยาย & เรื่องราว

People treated them like celebrities. It was how he got his nickname. The Werewolf Prince. He wasn’t actually a prince; he was in line to be the next Alpha of his family. And to the humans, Prince was the only way they could comprehend his power so the nickname stuck. It was fitting, really. It helped people recognize his family’s power.

, I cut him down, furrowing my eyebrows. He chuckled looking at me. "Yeah..I decided to call you snow white since you called me Snow prince yesterday, remember? And you kinda look like snow white with those brown eyes, red lips and short dark hair. The difference is only snow white was beautiful." I glared at him causing his grin to widen. "So yeah Snow White, you are gonna behave nicely to me today, just like a friend. And I'll also be nice to you," his grin didn’t disappear yet. I wanted to slap his face. But I controlled myself.

“Yes, Hera is my wolf.” “A fitting name, Hera.” The leprechaun says, looking at me more thoughtfully. “Named after the Queen of the Olympians. Perhaps you are the better choice to be our Prince’s mate. And to answer your question, we are all creatures of the forest. This is our forest, we can certainly keep up with a wolf.” “Very well, then. As soon as the sun rises, we’ll go?” I ask. “Yes. And we’ll help you cross the troll bridge.”

I walked to my closet, pulling on a pair of sandals before walking out. My eyes fell on the prince as I walked out. Prince Vince was the first son of the werewolf king, he was the golden boy, the one who would take after my father when he passed. I had only seen the prince a couple of times, all of them in passing, having never personally spoke to him. From what I had heard, he was reasonable and human compared to the others which was why I had went to him the day my life fell apart.

“But I don’t even know your name.” A slow, knowing smirk returned, pulling the corner of his perfect mouth up. “Call me Icen.” Of course. Ice. Perfect name for a perfectly cold man. “Okay, Icen.” My lips curl, finally meeting his smirk with my own genuine, reckless smile. “Let’s get back at your asshole brother.” His smile actually reaches his eyes this time. It wasn't the cynical, predatory grin from the bar; it was a flash of genuine, devastating satisfaction. And my heart thunders in my chest, a wild, frantic rhythm, like it knows I’m not running away from chaos— I’m running straight into it.

I then feel a hand on my waist as the person leans closer to my ear. “Did you miss me, Tesoro?” Four weeks earlier I stood at the mirror holding a Ravenwood admission letter under a new name. Luke Winters. Age eighteen. Swiss-raised transfer. Enrolled in Political Science and Criminology. I wanted to go in wearing a disguise but Juno thought it’d be a stupid idea since I’ve never been out on the field before. Nor were you allowed to in the first place. My pesky conscious reminds me. No one in the outside world knows what Rhett Constantine looks like. So if I were to change my name and apply to Ravenwood no one would know.

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.

“You slapped a prince, damn it!” I froze. My brain froze. Everything in me froze so hard I swear my soul stepped out of my body for a second to go sit on a bench somewhere. I knew he was powerful based on last night but I didn’t know he was royalty. “A… prince?” My voice cracked like a dying radio. “Yes!” she said. “A prince! The prince! The heir of the strongest werewolf lineage in this entire region. The future king of wolves. The golden bloodline. The—”

I am every bit the prince they expect me to be. But they do not see the storm beneath the crown. A vampire Prince . This is the calm before the storm, and I can feel it. The silence before everything falls apart. Sindy – Point of View I stand by the east courtyard, half hidden behind a marble pillar, watching servants decorate the grand entrance with white and gold roses. Everything looks perfect . But it is all an illusion. A kingdom celebrating an engagement built on secrets and blood. My eyes scan the grounds. Prince George walks toward the garden, shoulders square, every inch the poised royal. But I see it now what others do not . His every step is rehearsed. He is not walking toward a f

Valentine introduced the yellowed hair princess. “He is Zane Tonitrus, the twin brother of Zia and the crowned prince of Tonitrum Kingdom,” she introduces the prince with white hair. I wonder why their hair looks different? “Lastly, he is Blaze Tellus, the prince of Terra Kingdom,” she introduces the prince with brown hair.