Prince Of Poachers Book Novels & Stories

They were bound so tight across my body that I could barely breathe. Gerald smashed the table, and chips of splintered wood went flying. “Lies. LIES! It’s only been three bloody turns! No one gets Rook’s Gamble in THREE TURNS. You cheated! You—” “By Diantha’s sweet ass, you cannot be seriously accusing me of cheating, Lieutenant? Me? The Divine Would-Be Emperor of the Dark Shade clan?” The prince batted his long blue eyelashes at Gerald who stared at him in disgust. “You do realize that the Allied Hunters are bankrolled almost entirely by the generous donations of my pack? Oh, dear me, then doesn’t that mean that you answer to the Dark Shade’s board of benefactors? Who are then ruled by your

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 brought some food but I was still not visited by hunger so I chose to just wear earphones and quietly listen to music alone while reading the book The Two Prince. On the first night of April, a two Prince was born. The one is a white prince and the other one was black. The piano piece Fur Elise is what I often listen to. That fits in with the book I am reading. As the two grew up, the king and queen noticed the difference between the two princes and each other. As I move to a new page my fascination with the book I am reading deepens. It is soothing and captivating. The white prince behaves badly while the dark prince is kind. That is why the queen and king love the black prince even more.