Prince Kai Cinder Mga Nobela at Kwento

“A few years before your birth, a prophecy was made to the strongest alpha of the land. The prophecy stated that a woman from our pack would be the cause of his death, leading him to disperse his men and a few skilled assassins and hunters to hunt us down and erase our pack from existence. That was the reason why we migrated to this floating island—for safety.” “And my mother? What happened to her?” I asked. Queen Minerva’s eyes glistened with tears as she remembered my mother. “Claire, together with her wet nurse, Alicia, was successfully kidnapped by one of the assassins.” I turned to Alicia, who was now crying as she recalled her past. “Princess Claire pleaded with the assassin to spare h

the prince asked. "Lhyle and I did what we could. His body is weak and he's still recovering from the poison. He narrowly escaped death. He will be fine if he stays away from all form of violence or another dose of the poison" Kai told the prince. Caden stiffened, guilt flooding his mind. "What happens if he gets attacked?" He asked slowly and Kai frown deepened. "He is most likely going to be in grave danger" Hazel's heart sank when the Prince's eyes went wide.

I introduce. For once, I wish he wouldn't have worn black, and wouldn't look so intimidating and out of place. I swear, there must be something magical going on, because his eyes are a brighter shade of silver than ever before. "You're the Immortal Prince," Alexander marvels, sounding breathless. Hale's nose scrunches up. "People still call me that?" "You can go, by the way. Everything is okay here," I assure him, gently pushing his shoulder, hoping he will get the hint and let me resume the date.

That was my cue. I walked into the throne room that was jammed packed with mostly unfamiliar faces and only a few I knew like Alpha Zayd and Alpha Jasper. A lead warrior made my announcement “All rise for His highness Prince Kian Tikaani, rightful heir to the throne, and by challenge rightful claim to the crown.”

Hello guys, i hope you're all enjoying the story. I'm a newbie so please do not mind my errors. There's also room for correction and please do not forget to comment. Main characters in the story Isabella Davidson- female lead. She had always been treated poorly right from childhood. She thought it was her fault but then she found out that they hated her for no just reason. Her younger sister, Chloe would always convert whatever she had. She was called Cinderella at school because everyone knew of how poorly she was treated. She yearned to meet her prince charming.

Nathania's hands didn't stop shaking, she was too scared that her heart almost jumped out of her body. Her face lowered, she hoped Aiden would not notice her presence and ignore her. Prince Keith smiled sarcastically, he felt immense strength. It made him feel very happy that he would end up with a worthy opponent. "Welcome to Edafos! I am Prince Keith, the crown prince of Edafos. It seems we have never met, may I know what your name is?" Prince Keith stretched out his hand to shake Aiden who stood expressionlessly.

I got on the private lift to our private floors, and Kayda stepped on behind me. "You are definitely playing with fire, Kayda." I growled as the doors shut. "That's the thing, Prince Eoin. I am a fire dragon werewolf hybrid. I like to play with fire, and it doesn't burn me." she retorted as she had the nerve to step closer to me, so now my back was against the lift. I had never yielded for anyone, and here I was yielding for the little dragon. She looked up through her eye lashes at me and dangerously barely ran her finger over the exposed tattoo on my fore arm. I held my breath as the doors opened on the Gamma apartment level, and Kayda moved back slightly towards the door.

“Someone invoked the Ashen Throne here... someone summoned the power of the first queen.” A rustle in the trees snapped their attention upward. Before they could draw weapons, Kaelan emerged; clad in light armor and cloak, riding a dark grey stallion. “Prince Kaelan,” Nyra said sharply. “You followed us.” He dismounted smoothly. “I promised to help. I know these woods better than your patrols.” He gestured to the altar. “And I know this sigil. It belongs to the Order of Cinders; a cult believed extinct.”