Prince Of Poachers Book Novels & Stories

Uncle sighed. “ That day, due to some work, I arrived late. By the time I arrived at the palace, Mahendra had died. His lifeless body was lying like an unclaimed corpse. I Was devastated seeing my best friend's body lying there abandoned. Till yesterday he was a king ruling his kingdom, and today, he is lying in the dirt. Upon seeing me, one of his courtiers, who managed to save himself, came out from his hidden place. He narrated everything to me. Due to intervention from higher authority, Ranjeet was caught, but before that, he made sure to burn the Palace in which Maharani and the kids were hidden. Somehow he managed to bring the princess alive out of the palace. She was unconscious. Afte

they murmured in haunting unison. Alex tightened his arm around me. "Stay close, Sophia. We don’t know what lies ahead." We reached a grand chamber, its walls adorned with exquisite carvings of battles, romance, and tragedies. In the center stood a pedestal with a book, its pages seemingly untouched by time. "The Book of Origins," Jerome whispered, awe evident in his voice. As I approached, the pages began to flutter on their own, stopping on a page with an image of two figures, eerily resembling Alex and me. Below the image was an inscription.

The promises I made would remain unfulfilled. I'm sorry… I'm so sorry… In the foggy blur of memories, the chaotic light faded to darkness. A gunshot rang out, followed by a chorus of enraged screams. I couldn't remember what happened next, only that, somewhere in the hellish abyss, I saw him. He had come for me. … Vincent's POV: The dark forest was suffocating that night, cold, damp and filled with the metallic stench of blood. The mist clung to my skin like ghostly fingers and every breath felt heavier than the last.

I said, smiling inwardly as I sighed I then laid down flat on the grass as I looked at the beautiful sky in front of me, imagining his face, his smile and his blue enthralling eyes. “I hope we meet again, my kind prince,” I whispered in the air as I slowly closed my eyes, basking in the heat of the sun.

But then it did aptly suit my character, as you well know by now. Doris licked her lips as she read the racy narration. If this book was as good as its two predecessors, she was in for another night of her life. She turned the page and took a deep breath. ‘He said he was a Prince of some exotic country in Eastern Europe, and it was his eighteenth birthday. A day when he becomes a man, and that this was his birthday present from his uncle, the king. I believed every word he said, and he sure looked the part. The private villa, the cars,

“I don’t need a Hunt, Beckett. And I certainly won’t be Sparking with any brownies or winged creatures either. It’ll happen when the Goddess wills it.” “Maybe, but if you don’t plant your seed in some fertile belly soon, Spring will start to wither. Wouldn’t want to be responsible for the annihilation of your entire Kingdom, would you Jayce?” Beckett hissed back. He threw his head back in mocking laughter, shaking out his golden hair. “Boys, how about we have a bit of decorum about us.” A voice breezily chirped from just beyond the clearing before the small, pixie-ish Princess of Winter glided into view. All three princes straightened themselves from their slouched positions.

I drag my cart up the hollow trunk of the crooked tree and hide under a bush. And now wait... While finished reading the new edition of "the book of politics" Rômulo gave me, obviously. I quietly flip through the book, trying to memorize every page in case I ever run into these aristocrats. That is, until the hoarse screams I've been waiting for interrupt my concentration. I ran to the trap and see an amazingly big board making a pot of blood in my hole and giving his last kicks before dying from a screw that pierced his neck. I give some small jumps in celebration. This must be the biggest board they had, it is impossible for a prince to catch a bigger one without a trap.

She did not feel like walking today, but sitting because of the shoes she was wearing. Where would she go? She looked around now, her eyes pausing on the garden. There was a greenhouse there, perhaps there would be a chair too. Nine walked towards it, entering quietly before pausing at the entrance. Prince Lucas sat in a white double breasted suit, legs crossed with his face buried in a book. She stared, not leaving or moving before she heard him say, "You can join me, Nina," She jerked a bit, startled that he had seen her as he dropped the book on the table in front of him and smiled at her. "Please?"

The crowd gasped in horror as he was escorted in. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Sephtis addresses the room. “You are all honored guests at my wedding and are here to witness the union between me and the Lobotion Princess. Or so the pretense is.” he chuckled ironically. “but let's face it, what you're really here to see is a show of my power. My command of this kingdom.” The crowd hushed and watched him, waiting. “Well, here it is,” he turned his attention back to me. “Princess, if you don't comply, my bodyguard here will execute your friends.”

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.