Prince Ling Novels & Stories

“Uh, who is this majesty that you are talking about?...” It was the woman’s turn to leave her mouth hanging open. Eventually, she cleared her throat, “It’s none other than Langrey –formally known as his Imperial Majesty, Prince Langrion Zephiry Romualdi, the king’s nephew and one of the heirs to the throne. Or maybe you can call him Langrey too. It might be a good idea to create the illusion that you are close enough and that the engagement wasn’t rushed in, like, a day...or in a few minutes.”

I know he would be a good citizen to serve his people and the Indo continent and goes ahead to serve all the twenty continents of our world. The simple profile of this young man has made all the millions of people at the stadium complex and those outside shared tears. It is not only those in the stadium complex who were crying but officers and police officers, those who are watching the program live are all crying for such a young chap. In short, Prince is the sect master of the elite club. And the least qualification to be admitted into this sect is a postgraduate degree. That tells you where he is heading. Three beautiful ladies landed on the battlefield to wiped off the tears of Prince. T

the voice said and disappeared. Then, all the lights were extinguished, making the palace covered in darkness. Phyros lit up his hand for them to see each other. “Secure the princess’ safety!” he ordered as he held Alf’s hand tight, assuring her. “Let’s find a place to hide the princess – “ he said, his voice still hasn’t fallen when that voice again can be heard. “You have nowhere to run! Nowhere to hide! A price will be paid!” the voice said, seething in anger and madness.

"Get out of my way!" *Schlick!* One sword strike went out cutting the tongue off the shouting prince and cutting the arms off those who tried to leave. It took a few seconds for the guests to realize what happened. "Ahhh!" Ling Long gripped his arm in muffled pain. His eyes staring at Balli in hatred but the people with him looking away in shame pleading for their lives. The arm could be reattached if they were quick about it. 'That little bitch!' Ling Long's personal guard was not stupid. He did not even attempt to stop the blow. One he did not like the prince and wish she would kill him outright. Two he was not fast enough.

Gusto kong magtago nang makitang tumayo ang pangalawang prinsipe pero napalis din ang kaba ko nang lagpasan ako nito. “Pikon talaga ‘yon, Gen. Hayaan mo na.” “I went overboard. Baka ma-award ako ng boss ko, Prince Lachlan.” Umiling ito at intinuro ang crown prince na ngayon ay kausap ang isa sa mga coordinator ng paliga. “Takot n’ya lang diyan sa gagong ‘yan.”

I chuckled tapping the prince’s shoulder as I walked past him. “But you do need to chill when it comes to Princess Celine, I could feel your wolf wanting to kill her, and that wouldn’t be ending too well if it happens Nathan” Elijah commented making me stop my tracks “despite whatever she’s done, you must not forget that you are a prince, and that your moves need to be somewhat calculated, you don’t need a war falling upon your head, keep that in mind” “Thank you, Elijah” I said turning to face the prince who nodded at me.

He thundered and Princess Lahore paused, scoffing silently, Prince Henkel scoffed, ruffling his dyed green hair. "What's wrong with the dress Father?" He asked, glancing at his sister who secretly thanked him for supporting her - Prince Henkel is the first prince, first child of Luna Luciana. Princess Lahore catwalked, turning around for everyone to see; the bum short revealed parts of the two sides of her non fleshy buttocks as she shared them that the king had to shift his face sideways, who is this girl becoming?

He pecked her forehead and moved inside the mansion. "Da...da… " She started crying. Her cheeks were red. Rani Sa gave her a pacifier and distracted her attention from her father by showing her birds and butterflies that were just flying around. "Kavya, look at those butterflies." She walked to the rare black rose on which a colourful butterfly was sitting. Princess Kavya tried to grab the butterfly. In the meantime, Prince Jai Singh showered. His chestnut hair was neatly combed. Droplets were dripping from his hair. He wore his black yoga pants and white polo t-shirt. After getting ready, he went down to meet his daughter and have breakfast. He was famished.

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.”

“It’s just that… we expected her answer to be a godly parent but her answer was even more unexpected.” “Wait a minute, while Kaine may have a point, that actually makes a lot of sense,” Ryle said, evidently in deep thought. “The new Crown Princess is the missing daughter of the previous King and Queen,” he tilted his head. “But that would mean she wouldn’t have a godly parent.” “Are we really going to disregard the fact that you asked her who her ‘godly’ parent is? Is that some sort of metaphor? Are you royalties too?” Alexander asked.