Prince Lestat Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. The Prince I Love to Hate Copyright © 2021 by Iris Morland Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Cover design by Qamber Designs All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a boo

Just wanting her to be happy. “You still don’t understand.” Savvy says, white as a sheet as she stares off into space. “Elijah is a Prince of Werewolves and Witch Kingdoms. The one who will be taking the seat of power from his father, the next King of Werewolves, is turning eighteen. All of the Elders will be here for the ball tonight.”

“See? You’re royalty, Beatrice, my princess! Speaking of which, have you ever wondered if I’m actually a prince?” I glance at him, unable to suppress a smirk. “Are you? So you keep saying—why don’t you prove it?” His mental voice shifts, becoming almost wistful. “Oh, I’m the genuine deal, darling. Charles Leopold von Edelstein, last prince of Edelstein. Had eleven brothers ahead of me, I was spoiled absolutely rotten. The Casanova of the court, flirting my way straight to my doom.” I lean back against a bookshelf, “Edelstein? Really charlie? I’ve never heard of it. Where is that?”

His aura and the scent of cedar wood and mint told me it was the Prince himself. "Excuse me." he smugly said as we both held the honey bottle "I think you will find its ladies first." I quipped. "I think you will find its Prince Alpha first." he responded as I raised an eyebrow. "Wow exactly I thought a Royal would have impeccable manners and etiquette." I smiled. "Fine." he relented letting the bottle go as I placed it down on the table. "Nah I changed my mind." I smirked taking my yougart covered spoon and licking it deliberately allowing my tongue swirl seductively over it.

spell took time to wear off. "What do you want?" He stared right at me. "If you're going to drink my blood, get it over with." "Drink your blood?" I chuckled. "Your Highness, you're underestimating your own value." I stood and walked to a bookshelf, brushing the dust from a heavy tome. "Look at these." I pulled out a copy of The Prince, its pages filled with notes in an ancient script. "Do you recognize this language?" Adrian frowned and shook his head.

Yet hearing the name of the territory where Timothy lives, he was convinced to assist the visitors. Celeste on the other hand watches the prince, she knows he is unwilling to help. He never gave attention to her cry when her family was killed, he never show any concern and she knows he shall be a coward evermore. "Alright, alright." The prince walks nearby and steers himself toward the bookshelves. His hands were seeking for the item yet he could not find the book, where he remembers that Timothy was reading it earlier. "How can I become so foolish for allowing him to read that?" He whispered to himself and hastily went his way to his study room. He grabbed the book and flipped through its p

She smiled. Serenity and Sasha trembled at the sight of him. The side of him they saw the previous day was still printed in their brain and they haven't recovered from the shock. Seeing him there in person was still a big shock to them too. "Dwellers of the East, The prince of the East has returned home". Kathryn announced as all heads were raised in Awe of him. "Long live the Prince". The entire room chanted as he stood high and mighty. "May the celebration begin". She spoke fiercely as he took his place on the throne.

Towards A Happy Ending … “’Damiel’…” Laila, who looked at the book, too, read the author’s name. “Hey, wasn’t he Prince Damiel who ascended the throne after his father the king’s earlier passing and so he became the second king of the East Kingdom?” she said.

He said before turning around to leave. But Anastasia was left thinking. 'the best secret are the most twisted one...?' How come it feels so familiar to her. She tried to dig it from her memory and when she finally realize on where she saw it from, she gasp and stare at the retreating back of the prince in surprise. "Metamorphoses?" Prince Alistair instantly freezes and slowly turned around to face her, mirroring her expression:wide eyes, mouth gaping. "H-how...?" "It–its you! you're the author...the author of the Book of Murder!"

Her tone is calm, but her gaze burns. Around us, no one dares move. I feel the tension, mine, hers, the world holding its breath. Then I smile. A smile without warmth. — Fine. Reign, if you want. But remember: every throne has a price. She tilts her head slightly. — And I intend to pay it. She turns on her heel, walks out under the stunned gazes, leaving behind the scent of defiance and victory. I remain alone, facing my glass. The king without a throne.