Prince In Star Wars Novels & Stories

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.

The Prince appeared in front of them, this time with a real sword in his arm. “Smoke bomb really. You must think that you ooze finesse.” The Prince stated. Penn shrugged as she drew out her own sword. “I try my best to kill evildoers and at the same time look good while doing it.” and with that, the fight between them started in earnest while Stanley went to the wall to secure the lines. “Master, it is time to go.” Stanley said as he tried to block the prince blow but the Prince sent a kick his way.

A confession. “Wendy, I need to speak with you.” The voice came from around a corner, sharp and low. “Excuse me, Tobias,” Wendy said. “Just one moment.” She disappeared behind the nearest column. I followed casually, ears sharpened. “That man,” the male voice whispered. “Do you know who he is?” “He signed in as Tobias… he seemed perfectly polite—” “Tobias Andrés Rostov. He’s the missing prince.” A sharp gasp. Then silence.

he saw his castle is burning and explode everything is disappeared. just a few pieces of wood and wall left not a single person is alive even their dead body is not there. looking that incident make prince depressed and he broke down he comes to his knees with dead eyes, tears are flowing like a river. his brain his blackout owl:- are you alright master prince get back to his sense he starts punching the ground and cries like a baby prince:- he what just happened. please tell me my family is safe. where is my mom, father and sister don't tell me they are dead

They remembered—the Prince was never one to joke. “Your Highness, I am Twari, the right hand of your father, Supreme Atcandis,” Twari introduced himself, hoping the Prince had simply forgotten his face after centuries asleep. Prince Zumir did not respond. He looked instead at the owl, Owwa. Slowly, he stood and stretched. The cracks in his bones were audible. He examined his hands and legs. Everything felt unfamiliar. He had no idea what he was seeing or experiencing. “I don’t know anyone named Twari. I don’t know my name. Why are you calling me ‘Your Highness’?” he asked, looking at Twari.

In the darkness of the night, Jake could clearly see the shape of the Prince's face with the crescent moon on his background. The sound of a thud could be heard through Jake's ringing ears. He subconsciously glanced aside and saw another man who approached. Jake gathered all the ounce of strength he had left to get up and fight one more time. "Get him up!" Prince Terrah ordered. A man rushed over and aggressively lifted him up to his feet. The man stood aside when he got a head signal from the Prince. "Should I rough him up-"

PRINCE Sari, age 12. For as long as he could remember, everyone called him “Prince” or “Young Prince” because he came from a Royal Family. They always stated that he was an important person in their kingdom. They also said that one day, he would become King of Kabinihan. Prince Sari had no idea what it all meant back then. Even now, he still couldn’t understand everything or what was his real purpose in this world.

Prince paced around his room with Elaris, his seer lover, seated there with him… “I had Damein, like you saw.. I was going to kill him.. then..” he paused, turning to her, the craze and frustration in his eyes.. “…then she came.. she- s-she… Fuck!!” Prince threw a wolf hand across the desk scattering glasses and mugs as they broke on the floor. “Fuck!!” He roared out, his tone tinged with …

"..as a General of the Empire, I conscript the prince into the army! Removing him of any titles he currently hold!" *Shine!* A token on the 1st Emperor's chest lit up. Ion energy belonging to Soruda wrapped around the prince and placing a mark on his forehead. The symbol of a conscript was only slightly better than the slave or indentured servant mark. With a wave of the hand, the prince was freed but not speaking a single word. He was no more than a shell of his former self as he would have to earn teh right to act independently and become even a commoner now.

he kept saying " my mother isn't ready for this turn-up " Getting to the entrance, his name was announced "His royal highness, the prince of espanedo, prince Rodriquez alongside his date Emily Suarez," he said bowing We walked into a room full of strange people dressed in all high fashion and manners. The mama's with their daughters gave me a disturbing look with no doubt knowing I ruin their plan of matchmaking. They all gave a smile that didn't please them obviously I greeted like I was taught, thankfully the lessons paid off "This is the duke of Cambridge "